"I gave you a chance, and it's you who didn't seize it, so don't blame me for being heartless now!"
The Heir of the Minor Immortal Realm Xiong Dao charged forward, roaring in a muffled voice. The ancient sword in his palm suddenly transformed into streaks that swept toward Fang Xing. Each streak of light was a sword ray, easily capable of slaying a Nascent Soul. The entire streak of light transformed into rings, surrounding Fang Xing from all directions, making them nearly unavoidable or predictable. This display of swordsmanship revealed a high level of mastery, not far inferior to Lü Fengxian's art of combat, and the mana contained within the swordsmanship reached the terrifying level of the Seven Stages of Tribulation Transcending...
"Heh, why should I seize the chance you gave?"
