"The monk from the Xuankong Temple said that you're very strong. If I don't come back, the inheritance of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect will be handed to you."
In the sky, the clouds and lightning combined with the voice and rumbled.
The sound caused the snowy mountains to tremble, and an avalanche appeared.
"When you get first place in the nine sects later, let me see if you're qualified to control the Nine Mystic Sword Sect's inheritance."
Deng Chungang's voice was filled with endless battle intent!
The first place of the nine sects seemed to be child's play. Instead, the inheritance of the Nine Mystic Sword Sect was more important.
Deng Chungang wanted to fight Han Muye!
Han Muye's eyes lit up and he nodded gently. "Okay."
Good!
Hearing Han Muye's answer, Deng Chungang laughed loudly, and the snowy mountains behind him smashed down!