Han Jing glanced at Xie Wenting and the others disdainfully. "A bunch of trash!"
He flicked his wrist.
The Wenchang Sword in his hand erupted with an extremely sharp sword intent to cut all seven of them.
Li Xiake took a step forward and waved his hand to resolve this sword energy.
He said angrily, "Senior Brother, they're all juniors. You've already won against them. Why do you have to insult them and kill them?!"
Han Jing said disdainfully, "Those who dare to attack me must die!"
"You've really gone crazy!" Li Xiake took out his Immortal Liquor Sword. "If you want to touch my people, you have to get past me first!"
"I couldn't ask for more!" Han Jing sneered.
A thick true energy shot into the sky and transformed into an overwhelming pressure.
As for the Wenchang Sword in his hand, it flashed with sword light for five kilometers and sword energy for five kilometers, displaying the might of a Sword Saint!