"Yan Shifan, are you hiding here to practice the Ultimate Demon Technique?"
"Do you think it's flawless and that no one can find you?"
"Do you think framing King Jing can save Yan Song?"
Zhu Youji coldly stared at the scion of the Yan family, speaking as he slowly approached Yan Shifan. Step by step, the sound of Zhu Youji's footsteps echoed ominously.
With each step, sword energy began to manifest around Zhu Youji, crackling with a fierce, sizzling sound. The sharp, menacing aura of the sword energy seemed capable of slicing through anything, radiating a palpable sense of danger.
Zhu Youji's presence grew more imposing with every step, like a peerless sword that had been sealed away for years, now freshly unsheathed and radiating unparalleled sharpness.
"Sword Qi stretches three thousand miles, a single sword light chills nineteen prefectures!"
Swish!