The Flaming Flying Bird heard this, a trace of anger flashing in its eyes, and its voice grew colder: "What would it take for you to back down peacefully?"
"Do you really intend to kill the Golden Core Demon King of Celestial Sandalwood Mountain?"
Shen Wen'an slowly raised the long sword in his hand, responding calmly.
"Since there's an opportunity, I must give it a try."
"Since breaking through to Sword Immortal, I haven't killed a Golden Core cultivator. Today, I want to see if a Golden Core can indeed not be killed!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he slashed out a streak of Sword Qi!
Puff!
The Flaming Flying Bird, which projected a faint pressure, had no chance to resist and was directly slashed in half by this strike, slowly dissipating into the air.
And the feather that carried the will of this Purple Mansion expert also slowly drifted down from the void.
Shen Wen'an's figure flickered, immediately grabbing the scarlet feather in his hand.
