When he saw this little sword, Shen Gaoge's pupils instantly contracted, and his tone became extremely sinister.
"It's indeed the Shen Family's Sword Heart, and of extremely high-quality bloodline inheritance. How could such a thing end up in your hands?"
Xue An smiled slightly, "If I say it was a gift from a friend before his death, would you believe me?"
The expression on Shen Gaoge's face turned strange in an instant, as if annoyed yet appearing to sneer.
"What do you think?"
Xue An shook his head and sighed lightly, "Probably not!"
"Since you know I wouldn't, then obediently accept your death!"
With these words, a raging Sword Intent erupted in Shen Gaoge's eyes, and he immediately raised his hand to slash out a sword.
Rumble!
This sword was like a waterfall from the heavens, rushing towards Xue An with the force of Mount Tai collapsing.
