"Invincible?" Hearing this, Xiao Anshan sneered coldly.
"Who in this world dares to claim invincibility?
Even our Fire Tribe wouldn't dare.
The road of the Great Dao is long and unpredictable; you might encounter something beyond comprehension.
How dare you boast."
"Boasting," Xu Zimei chuckled lightly.
"At his peak, only the old thief could rival him in battle.
In this world, if he's not invincible, who would dare speak?"
Xu Zimei couldn't be bothered to explain.
Summer insects are not meant to discuss ice.
Those who do not understand can only be proven wrong through strength. Talking too much is pointless.
The Tyrant Shadow in his hand unsheathed.
The clang of Blade Intent reverberated throughout the heavens and earth.
Xiao Anshan held a longsword, which was three feet long, with a dragon's shadow carved on the blade.
When the sword swung, it seemed as though the Great Dao's intention resounded.
