Ling Feng shook the blade in his hand: "What's so strange about this, it has been with me for a long time!"
Then the blade pointed straight at Xi Poluo: "If you have any sense, hand over what you stole immediately, or we are going to have a proper fight today!"
"Just you?"
Xi Poluo let out a cold laugh, and without any visible movement, a curved saber appeared in his palm.
The curved saber was snow-bright, with a handle inlaid with five-colored gemstones, extremely dazzling.
Ling Feng squinted, knowing that this guy was not easy to deal with. After all, the other was of the God Race, with an unimaginably high realm.
But this was Huaxia, and he absolutely could not allow the other to run rampant here, so he steadied himself, ready to meet the battle!
Seeing the determination in Ling Feng's eyes, Xi Poluo smiled: "Ling Feng, you're just a mortal, and with your meager abilities, you wish to confront me? Today I'll let you witness the might of the God Race!"
