"Dragon Slayer Sword!?"
"He actually has the Dragon Slayer Sword in his hands!!"
When the blood stench rose, the renowned warriors of the martial world finally saw clearly the Dragon Slayer Treasure Sword in Jiang Dali's hands. Their pupils tightened sharply, and their hearts thumped wildly, dispelling any thoughts of confronting him.
Once the Dragon Slayer is unsheathed, who dares to contend?
Originally, this was just a joke, but now the sword was actually in the hands of the Black Wind Village Chief, it was no longer a joke, but a symbol of death and terror.
"How could that sword be in his hands?"
Both the Long Island Masters' faces changed drastically as their hearts sank entirely.
Stomp! Stomp!
The heavy Black War Boots made contact with the ground as Jiang Dali, carrying a cold expression, walked past three corpses with Wang Yuyan and the Dragon Slayer Sword in hand.
