In the crimson bloodlight, the madness in the elder's eyes gradually faded.
In this instant, he clearly knew that he must slay the green-clothed youth before him in order to live.
Otherwise, death was certain.
"Hehehehe..."
"Sword Cultivator!"
The Blood Robed Elder's sanity gradually returned, and with a sinister laugh said: "Unexpectedly, I have traversed an era, yet have been forcefully restrained, restricted, used to hone the sword of a junior sword cultivator."
"Well, indeed, I am inferior in strength."
"May I ask, young friend, from which Sect do you hail?"
"The Sect's reputation is not worth mentioning."
Jiang Ding replied with a faint smile: "Senior, how about this? You take your own life, and spare me the trouble. Would that not be the best of both worlds?"
"Hahahaha, young friend is quite humorous."
"There's no need for such extremes, no need for such extremes, there is still a glimmer of hope."
