"Cough..."
Xiao Jin was blasted to the ground, spitting blood. If he hadn't summoned a magical treasure for defense at the crucial moment, this sword strike would have cost him his life.
His face was pale, despairingly raising his head to look at the golden giant sword sprawled across the sky. The continuous flow of radiant sword qi made him feel powerless; he couldn't withstand Li Fan's sword.
A Sword Cultivator at the Initial Stage of Condensed Core made him feel helpless.
"Is this the sword of your West Flame Island Sword Cultivators? A sword that only knows how to bully the weak? A worthless sword?" Li Fan questioned repeatedly, and the surrounding cultivators were speechless.
This Yang Qingshan was too overbearing and domineering. A Condensed Core Sword Cultivator had suppressed West Flame Island to this extent — it was indeed an eye-opener.
