"Playing you? You're overestimating yourself." Han Yan said with disdain, dismissively.
For someone else, perhaps playing around like this would indeed be interesting, but for Long Wucuo, she felt that directly slapping him across the face would be more satisfying. Honestly, it was only a coincidence that this situation occurred. She really felt a bit wronged.
"Mu Hanyan, do you think this will defeat me?" Long Wucuo, once again angered by Mu Hanyan's disdainful gaze, slowly stood up, flipping his wrist, and another longsword appeared in his hand together with the sheath.
He absolutely couldn't accept such defeat. He still had a stronger trump card!
"Mu Hanyan, if you had surrendered earlier, I might have spared your life. Unfortunately, you've chosen a path to death. Don't blame me." Long Wucuo stood straight, clutching the sword sheath, blood slowly seeping from the corner of his mouth, coldly smiling, looking exceptionally sinister.
