"Is it that Ye fellow who's charmed you with some beguiling potion?"
Nie Shixiong didn't bother to explain much and directly drew the sword from his waist. Right before Nie Dingyuan and Nie Yongjie's eyes, he twisted the treasure sword forged from Hundred-Refined Steel into a corkscrew shape.
The two sucked in a cold breath, witnessing such an unprecedented spectacle that deeply shook their hearts.
"I have submitted myself to the tutelage of my master and have been imparted the Path of Martial Heart. This is the power I have gained through arduous cultivation. Father, the times have changed. In the face of Martial Dao, thousands of soldiers and horses are nothing but a joke."
Leaving these words behind, Nie Shixiong turned and departed.
"Where are you going?"
"By my master's command, to eradicate the Cheng Family and make an example of them."
