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"Why don't you try me," Yan Xiaobao roared, holding a sword in his hand. The sky over Muchuan City darkened, and thunder could be heard in the distance.
"You want to fight me? Do you really think your numbers can intimidate me?" he laughed loudly as the sword in his hand flashed. A series of Immortal Strikes was released towards the cultivators, and the Saints' faces grew serious as they understood the incredible danger these sword attacks posed. However, Yan Xiaobao ensured that no attack hit anyone, making sure the energy dissipated into the thin air. It was, after all, merely a threat; he did not intend to oppose all the Saints of Muchuan City.
"Heh, you possess not only exceptional talent for someone your age, but also the power to threaten Saints," one expert remarked, to which Yan Xiaobao responded with a mere smile. His smile was not friendly, but filled with a sinister bloodthirsty desire.
