Jian Wushuang stared at Lin Xuan and said coldly, "Hand over the Spirit Moon Cold Smoke Sword, and I'll spare your life. Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless."
He didn't take Lin Xuan seriously in the slightest. After all, he was a peak Nine-Star Grandmaster, while Lin Xuan was a mere Three-Star Grandmaster. The gap between them was immense. In his eyes, he could crush his opponent with a single hand.
However, Lin Xuan completely ignored him. He was fully focused on prying at the bead on the sword's hilt, trying to pull off the Golden Spirit Pearl.
When Jian Wushuang saw this, he was instantly enraged. He's seeking death! How dare this brat damage the Spirit Moon Cold Smoke Sword! Unforgivable!
With a furious roar, he lifted his arm and sent a fierce slash of Sword Qi flying forward.
