Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Xuanyuan PO lowered his head guiltily. At this mont, it was impossible to say that he did not regret it in his heart. The mont the other party looked for experts to find him, he regretted it. However, the other party attacked too quickly and used bewitching smoke to confuse him, causing him to fall into the other party’s hands before he could even summon his magical beasts.
Beiting Huang lowered her head and chuckled. She raised her hand and pointed. “What right do you have? Old man, what right do you have to make a deal with ?”
A jade-like hand waved in front of everyone. Beiting Huang flicked her finger gently, and Yun Lin and the others felt their vision blur. A chill instantly spread through their necks and throughout their bodies. Finally, they saw what was hanging around their necks. Even Yun Lin, an old man who had lived for more than a hundred years, was already covered in cold sweat. A chill ran down their backs and fear spread in their hearts.
The 27 flexible swords were as white as snow. Light blue elental energy lingered around them and they shone with a dazzling cold light.
Unknowingly, they appeared above their heads. So of the flexible swords were even pointed at the back of their necks. The interweaved sword net wrapped around the eight of them, making it impossible for them to escape or retreat.
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