Ye Li hadn't expected that holding the Dragon-slaying Blade would make Meng Cangtian so delighted. He looked at Meng Cangtian with indifference.
"Oh? I have the Dragon-slaying Blade in my hand, and what can you do about it?" Ye Li responded.
Upon hearing this, Meng Cangtian burst into laughter again, as if he had never been this happy in his entire life.
"Hahaha!"
"Ye Li, you ask what I can do? Your Dragon-slaying Blade will soon be mine!"
Upon hearing this, Ye Li couldn't help but shake his head inwardly, feeling that Meng Cangtian was truly quite ill.
"Ye Li, hand over the Dragon-slaying Blade obediently, and I might consider letting your body remain intact," Meng Cangtian looked smug, as if in his eyes, the Dragon-slaying Blade already belonged to him.
"Hehe," a faint smile appeared on Ye Li's handsome face.
Seeing the smile on Ye Li's face, Meng Cangtian's expression suddenly turned icy, his face almost contorting in anger.