"Hmm!?"
Zhang Ren's and Du Xinyu's gazes sharpened as they said in a deep voice, "Do you truly intend to make an enemy of my Holy Gate?"
"So what if I do? Even if Old Ghost Yan himself were to arrive today, these three treasures shall belong to Iron Heart Fortress!"
In the midst of the wild howl, Chen Pojun soared into action, his tightly sealed Mysterious Iron Divine Weapons transformed. From within his iron armor emerged a fierce and tremendous long blade, which he grasped in a reverse grip and viciously hacked down with.
"Boom!!!"
With a single strike from Pojun, his blood energy formed Gang Qi, creating a blade edge over thirty feet long, slashing directly at the two Demon Sect envoys.
"No good!"
Zhang Ren's pupils contracted, and he leapt out of the way. Du Xinyu, even stronger, also dared not block this Pojun blade edge head-on. Her slight frame and bare jade feet danced strange steps across the snow.
In the end...
"Pff!!!"