"Trash! If there is another life, remember well, when you encounter someone like me, you'd better walk around... Otherwise, no matter how many lifetimes you have, you're destined for an early death!!"
Warren Yorke rushed like the wind, and in the blink of an eye, he was near Wyatt Barnes.
The contemptuous words were passed along, accompanied by a chilling three-foot sword.
Whoosh!
The three-foot sword cut through the air, instantly transforming into a seven-foot sword beam. Its chill penetrated all, carrying overwhelming power, seemingly able to pierce everything, shooting straight at Wyatt Barnes.
"Hundred-pattern Sacred Sword!"
Noticing the sharp aura emanating from the three-foot sword in Warren Yorke's hand, and seeing the power it displayed, many recognized at first glance that this sword was a hundred-pattern sacred weapon.
If it weren't a hundred-pattern sacred weapon, its power couldn't possibly be so immense!
Swoosh!
