"A joke, do you think you have the qualification to make me retreat?" Sword Demon sneered coldly as the Fallen Demon Sword howled through the starry skies, the Witch Clan's terrifying physical body emanating dark light, as if ready to strike Shen Tu again at any moment.
"You're courting death!"
After all, even a clay figurine has a third of anger, let alone Shen Tu, the Ghost Emperor of the Underworld?
Shen Tu had already lowered his stance, but Sword Demon became increasingly pushy. If Shen Tu continued to persuade, it would instead appear that he was afraid of Sword Demon. If this were to spread, he would surely be ridiculed by the great powers from all sides.
"Kill!"
The Fallen Demon Sword slashed down, shattering the endless starry sky, while Sword Demon swung his fists, the terrifying Witch Clan's physical body glowing, wielding the power to destroy heaven and earth as it struck towards Shen Tu.
"Sword Demon, you forced my hand!"
