Chapter 725 - Eight Hundred Years Old and Proud Mortal Ghost Sword

"Oh!? Should I go down then?" Zhou Xuanji asked, maintaining a straight face. He didn't feel afraid or anything in the face of the threat from the man in the lake.

Since the other party wasn't making a move himself, it clearly meant that he had worries. He could only use these little tricks to intimidate him. How could Zhou Xuanji fear him?

"The road to the strongest Sword Dao isn't suitable for you. You must give up," the man in the lake said with a cold smile. His face was filled with sarcasm.

After hearing this, Zhou Xuanji couldn't help but shake his head. He couldn't hold himself from laughing.

He was too lazy to even bother to give him a reply.

He hated the fact that the enemy wasn't showing up. The opposite part just ran off his mouth before running away.

Is it interesting?

Zhou Xuanji turned around and sat down on the boulder cross-legged, cultivating.