Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Hearing this, Luo Wei said no more and retreated several steps, yielding the field.

The spectators inside and outside the surrounding tea pavilion also held their breath, focusing their gazes on the two people in the center.

"Since that's the case, let's see the truth through our skills!"

Before Miao Zhiheng's words had fully fallen, his right hand was already on the strangely curved saber at his waist.

The blade trembled slightly, emitting a low, deep hum, as if an evil spirit was awakening, ready to strike.

His Xuanyuan true qi surged around his body, and the gusting cold wind became increasingly fierce, cutting faces like knives.

Chen Qing's expression remained calm as he gripped the Coiling Cloud Spear in his hand.

After all the benefits had fallen into his hands, they still wanted him to spit them out!?

That was absolutely impossible!