"As long as you make a copy of your innate divine ability for me!
"I will let you leave and will not stop you in the slightest. How about it?"
"Besides!
"You are not a human Mortal Cultivator to begin with, little friend, and have no connection whatsoever to the human race of this world.
"Why throw away your precious life for these human ants and miss such an opportunity?"
Upon hearing this!
A glint of icy severity flashed through Cheng Buzheng's eyes. He no longer wasted words on Sha Minghong and suddenly shouted coldly.
His voice was sonorous and forceful, shaking all directions:
"Say no more!
"Cut the nonsense. Make your move!"
Before his words had faded, Cheng Buzheng abruptly turned his right hand over. Light flashed in his palm, and four ancient, unadorned longswords devoid of any luster instantly floated before him.
Not a trace of Spirit Energy fluctuations emanated from the swords.
They seemed like nothing more than four ordinary longswords forged of common iron.
Yet the ancient, weighty aura emanating from deep within the blades made no one dare underestimate them.
At this sight, Obvious astonishment flashed through Sha Minghong's eyes, and his pupils contracted slightly.
Clearly, With his experience, he recognized the rank of these four longswords at a single glance.
Though the four swords were ancient and plain, without the slightest fluctuation leaking from them, he could still sense the terrifying power contained within their blades.
"A set of Spirit Treasure-grade spell swords? And judging by this aura, they are far beyond ordinary Spirit Treasures."
Sha Minghong murmured softly, his tone carrying both surprise
and scrutiny.
He raised his eyes toward Cheng Buzheng and sneered, "Could this be the confidence behind your refusal, little friend?
"You dare challenge me with just this set of