Ning Caichen

The reason why Jiang Ming was so obsessed with this sword was that he did not have any suitable weapons to use.

Now, a figure slowly walked over. His eyes were shining. It was the prodigy from the Ancient Yin Yang Sect who had mocked Jiang Ming previously.

"Brat, get out of the way!" 

The prodigy of the Ancient Yin Yang Sect shouted at him, causing everyone's hearts to tremble.

What was this guy trying to do?

At this moment, Jiang Ming had already pulled out more than half of the sword. His arm had already been injured by the wind blades to the point of bleeding. At this moment, he was frozen in place by the man's shouting.

"What did you just say?"

He looked at the prodigy of the Ancient Yin Yang Sects in disbelief.

Was he trying to rob him?

He had endured the pain to take out the sword! However, this prodigy wanted to sit back and enjoy the fruits of his labor!