Hearing the praises of his companions, Yuy Wanxiong was also somewhat elated, behaving as if heaven was first and Laozi second.
He stood broadsword in hand, blade pointing directly at Li Chen, and shouted: "Kid, quickly state your name. My blade does not strike down nameless ghosts!"
"To strike me down, you'll need the ability to do so!"
Li Chen said indifferently, a flash of cold light appearing in the corner of his eye, looking at Yuy Wanxiong and the others as if looking at dead men.
Yuy Wanxiong was immediately furious, and bellowed: "This is a death wish of your own making!"
Before his words fell, he fiercely lifted up his steel blade. Like a majestic waterfall, the energy swallowed mountains and rivers as he slashed toward Li Chen.
"Is this big brother's signature move, the Overlord Saber?"
"Guess, how many pieces will big brother's Overlord Saber slash this guy into?"
