Jian Kun's gaze suddenly turned sharp, filled with killing intent: "Heiye Wuxing, I know you're strong, but you're not invincible. Our Sword Clan still has elders who can stop you.
Don't push us.
Even a rabbit bites when it's cornered, let alone our Sword Clan!"
Heiye Wuxing looked at Jian Kun with indifference, suddenly laughing: "A rabbit bites when it's cornered?
Then bite me and show me.
It's not that I, Heiye Wuxing, look down on your Sword Clan, but believe it or not, I alone can make your Sword Clan vanish from Eight Immortals Mountain.
Your elders may be strong, but those two old guys together are still not my match.
If you don't believe me, you can try. My patience is limited."
"You!"
Veins bulged on Jian Kun's forehead, overwhelmed by humiliation.
Ever since our Sword Clan became one of the Eight Great Families, we've never suffered such humiliation.
But today, Heiye Wuxing treated us like this.
