Stopped by Huang Yidao, Prince Wan Yan had no chance to pursue, which filled him with even more resentment.
"If I can't kill Northern Martial Zen, then I'll kill you!" Prince Wan Yan roared, and his aura suddenly soared as he charged at Huang Yidao with all his might.
"Bring it on!" Huang Yidao laughed instead of being alarmed, sweeping his Hundred-refined Sword horizontally, never leaving Prince Wan Yan's vital spots.
"A mere broken sword, and you think it can hurt me!" Prince Wan Yan shouted loudly, his clothes billowing without wind. As his palms crossed, they emitted the clang of colliding steel, as he unexpectedly used his bare hands to forcibly grasp the Hundred Refined Long Sabre!
"Come here!" Prince Wan Yan forcefully pulled, intending to snatch the Hundred-refined Sword from Huang Yidao's hand.
