But after a few attempts, Cang Long had already seen through Chen Xuantian's real abilities, and was no longer bothered to pay attention to him. He casually flicked the Soft Sword in his hand, transforming it into a horsetail whisk, casually parrying and blocking, while communicating with his brothers behind him.
"The Blood Demon Great Dao Body is immortal and indestructible, but his skills are not refined yet, still unfinished. There must be the Blood God's Son hidden elsewhere, we need to find and destroy it."
"It's your grandma who lacks skill! If you have the guts, come and break it!"
Treated with such contempt by this White-Haired Elder, Chen Xuantian was both furious and perplexed; but the angrier he got, the faster he slashed, yet he couldn't land a hit on the opponent. Either the sword went into emptiness or was parried or deviated by a tiny margin.
