A tiger's roar suddenly erupted from the blade in Liu Daojun's hand.
The moment the blade was unsheathed, it was like a fierce tiger being released from its cage, with a terrifying aura surrounding Liu Daojun.
The tiger formed from the blade was virtually indistinguishable from a real tiger at first glance, lifelike, even its eyes contained killing intent when gazing at Chu Fengmian.
"Sword spirit?"
Chu Fengmian glanced at the tiger and muttered to himself.
"You actually know about sword spirits?"
Liu Daojun, hearing Chu Fengmian's words, stood with his hands behind his back and spoke slowly.
"This sword spirit is crafted from the spirit of a half-step Emperor I killed, and this sword spirit alone is enough to deal with you."
Liu Daojun looked at Chu Fengmian and sneered.
"Hahahaha."
After hearing Liu Daojun's words, Chu Fengmian suddenly burst into laughter, revealing a bit of disdain in his eyes as he spoke.
