"Hmph! Qin Jianjiu! You can't use soul skills here. Let's see what you'll use to block my Clear Sky Hammer!"
Tang San's expression gradually turned confident. Beneath those slightly reddened pupils, he raised the Clear Sky Hammer in his hand once more.
"Hehe, young people are still too impatient."
Qin Shiyuan moved with utter ease and leisure. Watching the eight longswords return after accomplishing their task, he spoke to himself.
"Tell me, which sword should I use to fight you?"
"Ah, I've got it."
Qin Shiyuan suddenly waved his hand, and the Chenshui Sword quietly floated before him.
As for the other seven, they let out a unified sword hum before slipping back into the case.
"What do you think? Do you still remember this sword? Want me to help you remember?"
"Three years ago, I used this sword to deal with your Xiao Wu..."
"Shut up!"
Hearing the undisguised mockery in Qin Shiyuan's voice, Tang San roared and directly cut off what he was about to say.
At the mention of Xiao Wu, the wound he had spent a year and a half numbing with slaughter began to seep blood again.
That heart-rending pain surged back into his heart. Tang San's reason was once again burned nearly to nothing.
"Go die!"
In his towering rage, Tang San swung a hammer filled with boundless fury straight down at Qin Shiyuan's head.
The several-hundred-pound Clear Sky Hammer whipped up gusts of wind under the force of the swing, sending chills down everyone's spines!
Yet, faced with this blow, Qin Shiyuan seemed to suddenly remember something and said disdainfully in a calm voice.
"There were some things I forgot to say back then. Now, I'll use you to make up for them."
"The title of your Clear Sky Hammer as the Number