"Hmph! I'll torture you slowly and make you wish you were dead!"
Seeing this, a cold gleam flashed through Qin Hong's eyes. He then rode the massive sword and vanished into the distance.
After that, Shen Xiu and the others swiftly withdrew from the area.
"Master, are you all right?"
Just then, an anxious voice reached Shen Xiu's ears. He raised his head toward its owner and discovered that it was Li Qingyang, the chief of the Sword Pavilion.
"I'm fine." Shen Xiu shook his head. "You needn't worry."
"Qin Hong is no weak opponent. I'm afraid we can no longer confront him head-on."
Li Qingyang frowned as he spoke.
"Don't worry. Qin Hong may be powerful, but I have other means. He definitely won't be able to hurt me." Shen Xiu smiled faintly.
"What means?" Li Qingyang asked.
"A secret." Shen Xiu smiled. "Go back first."
"Yes!"
At that, Li Qingyang nodded slightly, and his figure swiftly disappeared into hiding.
"Hehe, Shen Xiu, do you think that just because you have such a treasure, there's nothing I can do to you?"
Meanwhile, inside the valley, Qin Hong sneered. "Today, let me see just how formidable the chief of the Sword Pavilion is."
Whoosh!
As his words fell, Qin Hong moved. The enormous Black Dragon Sword instantly swelled in size, then, with a clench of his hand, transformed into a Black Spear that he gripped tightly.
Whoosh!
An eerie energy ripple suffused the black spearhead. Clearly, this move was an incomparably terrifying martial skill—perhaps even Shen Xiu would not dare receive it head-on.
Yet Shen Xiu showed no panic whatsoever. Instead, he smiled and said, "Do you think that relying on this massive black sword is enough to do anything to me? You're truly far too naive."
"I know you're