Three Days Later

"Whoosh!"

At that moment, a golden light suddenly shot out from the depths of the Eighth City!

Then, the golden light faded and an old man stood in front of Jian Wushuang.

"Are you the Blood Sword?" The old man looked down at Jian Wushuang and asked indifferently.

"It's me." Jian Wushuang stopped smiling and nodded calmly.

"Blood Sword, I'm a servant of the Heavenly Snake Playboy! The Playboy has ordered me to inform you..."

Before he could finish.

"You're just a mere servant. Do you think you're worthy of standing on top and talking to me?"

Jian Wushuang's eyes turned cold and he struck out a finger.

Bang!

A sharp sword light instantly shot out from Jian Wushuang's fingertips!

"Blood Sword, you!"

The old man's expression changed. Just as he was about to say something, he saw the sharp sword light coming down on his head. It broke through his defense and pressed on his shoulder.