Sword Snatching, Counterattack!

Leng Rou, Little Fatty and the others turned nervous.

After all, they had not seen Su Zimo for a hundred years and they did not know how strong he was right now.

Leng Rou looked at the Startling Dharmic Sword in her hands and suddenly felt regret.

If she had returned the connate Perfected Lord Dharmic weapon to Su Zimo earlier on, it might have been of some use at this critical juncture.

But now, Su Zimo was standing on the spot, unarmed and fighting with his bare hands.

Jian Wuzong's sword was already at his throat!

At this distance, it was already too late for Su Zimo to retrieve his Dharmic weapon from his storage bag!

Furthermore, the eight maidservants of Ye Tiancheng had already surrounded him and sealed off all his escape routes!

"Arrogant fellow, let's see where you can hide!"

Ye Jiu said hatefully with a cold gaze.

A look of joy flashed through Jian Wuzong's eyes as well.