"Hehe, Great Elder, if it were you, would you hand over the Xuanyuan Sword?" Lin Fan shook his head with amusement.
At this moment.
Even a fool would know the terrifying power of the Xuanyuan Sword, right? Handing it over now? Only a fool would do such a thing.
There are so many people present, Lin Fan wasn't afraid of Xuanyuan Changkong trying to snatch it.
Even if Xuanyuan Changkong did try, Lin Fan was absolutely confident he could leave.
Seeing Lin Fan unwilling to hand over the Xuanyuan Sword, Xuanyuan Changkong's face turned somewhat grim: "Young man, with your cultivation, do you think you can keep the Xuanyuan Sword in your hands? For the Xuanyuan Ancient Clan, the Xuanyuan Sword is a sacred artifact! But for you, the Xuanyuan Sword is a hot potato. Have you considered that others might covet the Xuanyuan Sword? If the Xuanyuan Sword is in your hands, your life could be at risk!"
