"Chen Shuisheng, dare you fight with me? Settle both victory and life or death!"
The words of the Fake Ao Debiao were like a thunderclap, resounding for eight hundred miles in the sky.
Hundreds of cultivators watching the battle were all filled with boiling blood!
And those who understood knew that the Fake Ao Debiao was gathering momentum for himself.
As a sword cultivator, in a life-and-death duel, if one's momentum is lacking, the sword cannot be drawn.
At the instant he drew his sword, a cold light shone for thousands of miles, changing the color of heaven and earth!
He pointed his sword at Luo Xiu, as if the Sword God had descended to the mortal realm, and asked again: "Dare to draw your sword and fight?"
But Luo Xiu appeared lazy, seemingly without the intent to battle, and casually said: "If it were an ordinary person, to show respect, I'd probably draw my sword seriously once."
The Fake Ao Debiao's eyes narrowed, "You mean to say, I'm not an ordinary person?"
