A roar of fury erupted, accompanied by a burst of sword light, and then a figure rushed out from there, his eyes like cold lightning, staring at Bing Yue.
The man looked to be in his thirties, with snow-white hair, dressed in a green robe, and carrying a long sword on his back. He appeared like an invincible swordsman from ancient times, transcendent and extraordinary.
He glared at Bing Yue and rebuked, "Evil beings and crooked paths, do you really think someone like you is fit to become the Divine Sword Leader? It seems that the court of Xuan Country is truly confused."
"Claiming to be just but committing acts of petty theft, it's revolting," a voice rang out, and Xiao Han finally arrived.
His words were blunt; even though he knew he was facing a Heavenly Human Level powerhouse who could slay him with a mere thought, he was no less uncompromising.
He had come looking for trouble today. If he were polite, he would seem like a coward.
"How dare you!"