Lin Chen let out a light laugh, and with a wave of his hand, six more flying swords appeared.
Adding the previous three, there were nine supreme flying swords altogether, just enough to form a sword array.
A Foundation Establishment clan like the Li Family, continuing for hundreds of years.
Their resources were still considerable.
But forming a sword array with supreme flying swords would cost them dearly.
Li Dongkun inspected each flying sword, a flash of shock passing through his eyes.
These nine supreme flying swords, all of fine quality, and this Taoist Friend Han produced them so effortlessly.
Is this really genuine, or does he truly have confidence?
Thinking of this, Li Dongkun couldn't help but want to probe a bit.
So, he feigned a joking tone and said:
"Haha, Taoist Friend Han truly has boldness... In my territory, aren't you afraid that I might harbor ill intentions?"
Lin Chen smiled disdainfully and, still calm, said:
