"I'll... fight you!"
Yue Jing and Xi Feng turned their gazes toward the source of the voice. In the distance, a stubbled young man dressed in black and wielding a black sword charged swiftly into the battlefield. With a swing of his demonic sword, he forced back all the Demon Race warriors closing in on Yue Jing and the others!
"It's him!"
When Yue Jing saw the black-clad swordsman, astonishment appeared on her face.
The dozen or so warriors behind Yue Jing were equally dumbfounded.
"That Sword Demon everyone's been talking about on the tenth level..."
"Black clothes, black robes, black sword—it's him... That's right, it's definitely him!"
"The Sword Demon! He's here!"
Expressions of delight appeared on the faces of the dozen or so warriors behind Yue Jing. Several women even shed tears of joy on the spot.
With the Sword Demon here, they should be saved.
"It's you!" Xi Feng glared at the stubbled young man, fury blazing in his eyes. "You're the one who slaughtered so many of our Demon Race experts on the tenth level!"
"Weren't you looking for a fight? I'm here. Make your move." The stubbled young man glared coldly at Xi Feng and roared.
Xi Feng stared at the stubbled young man, unprecedented savagery flashing in his eyes. "We've been searching the entire tenth level for you. I never thought you'd deliver yourself to our doorstep. Perfect! I'll kill you and offer your soul to the spirits of our fallen Demon Race experts!"
A Demon Race warrior beside Xi Feng said coldly, "Brother Xi Feng, why should you bother making a move? We can kill this man outright!"
"Exactly! Brothers, let's go!"
"Let him see the might of the Demon Race!"
"Let him know that the Demon Race isn't something a bunch of