Shen Wang's spirit trembled and he instantly lost control of the Red Flame Sword.
Then, he saw the sword body on the ground already shattered, his pupils contracted: "Has the Zhenren finally made a move?"
In the middle of the broken sword, a slender Thunderbolt Longsword was inserted, releasing its domineering sword light.
"Shen Wang, that's enough."
Profound Thunder Zhenren appeared amidst a flash of lightning, glaring at Shen Wang with a sinister look: "Don't think that relying on some Gu poison you can kill them all, killing some trash is enough."
The ordinary bandits nearby, too scared to get close, felt particularly offended hearing the word "trash."
But none dared to make a sound.
"It's indeed just about enough. Since the Zhenren has made a move, I must show some respects."
Shen Wang withdrew his gaze, regretting the loss of his flying sword, yet still smiling on the surface.
