He fixed Yang Tian with a venomous gaze and sneered cruelly, "At this moment, I suppose you're already at a loss for words, aren't you?"
"Oh, really?" Yang Tian replied with a disdainful smirk.
The tone instantly enraged Miyamoto Sword Saint once more. He roared, "Attack! Kill him!"
Swish!
A hundred and three hundred Demigod-level Dead Souls immediately surged toward Yang Tian.
"Perfect timing!"
As he watched the mass of Demigod-level Dead Souls charging at him, Yang Tian's expression grew serious, yet there wasn't the slightest hint of fear in his demeanor.
Demigods? With Yang Tian's Golden Core Middle Stage cultivation, they were nothing to crush!
Although their sheer number was indeed formidable, if he devoured them all, the benefits for Yang Tian would be enormous. This was an opportunity not to be missed!
Thus, whether to advance to the Nascent Soul Stage sooner or to uphold the dignity of a true powerhouse, Yang Tian had no choice but to fight!
"Blade, come forth!"
