"Trash!"
As he looked at the Sword Master, Biyue and Ming Yue, who were caught up by Yang Tian and subsequently chopped down, spitting blood, the expression on the face of Qinglong Jianzhong turned dark, ugly, and coldly gleaming!
Yet, as he opened his mouth, he labeled those three as trash. For the first time, Qinglong Jianzhong put aside his disdain for Yang Tian!
Although unwilling to admit it, Qinglong Jianzhong knew that this humble ant from the Lower Realm, whom he had never even spared a glance for, now deserved his attention and respect.
And so, with a cold snort, Qinglong Jianzhong's entire body erupted with an intense energy. The Dragon Head Sword, enveloped in a swirling black vortex, returned to his hand as he coldly looked at Yang Tian and spoke, "Young man, it seems that I have underestimated you. I thought you were just a mistake, a nameless speck of dust, but I did not expect you to have such resilience!"
"But even so, do you really think you can defeat me?"
