Duan Lingtian smiled and said sarcastically: "Since you think I have a strong mouth, it seems that there is no need for you to speak again, right? Wouldn't it be easier to just take action?"

"Hmph! Do you really think that if you kill Feng Fan and defeat an inner disciple who is in the early stages of entering the Saint Realm, no one in the outer sect can control you?"

Facing Duan Lingtian's sarcasm, He Zhong, who didn't have a good temper to begin with, couldn't hold back his anger and vented his anger completely, "Even if you are now ranked ninety-ninth in the "Earth Ranking", in my eyes,

Equally vulnerable!"

"Since you want me to take action, then I will do it for you!"

After He Zhong said it, he sneered.

When he raised his hand, a wicker-like three-foot green edge appeared in his hand. Although the three-foot green edge was slender, it stood straight in He Zhong's hand.

As the true energy poured in, bursts of sharp aura were emitted.

This sharp aura is far beyond what an ordinary three-foot Qingfeng can compare to.

"Sacred Pattern?"

Feeling this breath, Duan Lingtian's eyes suddenly narrowed, and he realized that the three-foot-long green blade as slender as a wicker in He Zhong's hand was also a sacred weapon engraved with 'sacred patterns'.

"Duan Lingtian, I will let you know right away...even if you can kill Feng Fan, in my eyes, you are nothing!"

The three-foot green blade in He Zhong's hand trembled, and it suddenly curved, slithering like a spiritual snake, full of flexibility.

"You say I have a good mouth, but your mouth is not bad either."

A sarcastic smile appeared on Duan Lingtian's lips, and he said unhurriedly.

"court death!"

He Zhong's eyes turned cold, and the three-foot green blade in his hand shook, and he stood straight again in an instant.
Chapter completed!