Long Xiao's cultivation was at the peak of the Seventh Rank Saint Emperor.
Among the cultivators present, ninety-nine percent were no match for Long Xiao, and even those who were, were absolutely no match for Jian Wushuang!
Of course, Long Xiao believed that this ninety-nine percent included Lin Fan!
"How dare you mock the Young Master, die!"
Long Xiao roared, his sword light incomparably sharp, about to slash at Lin Fan's neck!
Everyone believed that Lin Fan was doomed!
The sword light was ten meters away...
Nine meters...
Eight meters...
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Five meters...
Three meters...
"This kid, probably scared stupid! An Eighth Rank Ancient Saint, daring to mock the Sword Young Master, doesn't he know if he's the calf that fears no tiger or an idiot!"
"Isn't he scared silly? This fool really has a death wish!"
