At that moment, my hair stood on end, almost frightening me to fall, but then I immediately snapped back to my senses.
The Demon Ancestor is right behind me, what do I have to fear?
With that thought in mind, I looked again at the young man and clearly noticed something odd about him.
Obviously, this kid was provoked.
The Divine Battle of the five regions had nothing to do with him, not even a single Spirit Crystal.
So, for him to be so wrathfully coming at me at this moment, it can only mean one thing, Lei Xi'er is dead?
"Haha..."
Dao Xuanji couldn't hold back and burst into laughter, pursing his lips, just about to speak.
But the wild dog spoke first, lifting the black sword in his hand, his voice incredibly hoarse:
"Do you know the Ancient Sword Technique?"
Ancient Sword Technique?
Dao Xuanji looked closely, and that sword was not Hidden Bitter, but the Fourth Sword.
