Fan Zhongkun was furious, the veins on his face bulging, but for the moment, he did not dare attack again.
He knew that once he attacked, this brat would probably strike Phoenix. Attacking Phoenix would naturally be courting death.
But Fan Zhongkun believed that once Phoenix was enraged, he would probably be caught in the fallout when it killed this brat, since he was here too. Then things really would turn out just as Huang Xiao had said: he would have to accompany him to the grave.
This brat harbored sinister intentions. Though Fan Zhongkun was utterly furious, he could not think of a good solution right away.
He only wanted to kill Huang Xiao and seize that battered Imitation Saber in his hand. As for Phoenix, or even Tiger Wing, he had no designs on them, nor did he dare have any.
He already had Inugami, so he was not greedy for more. But he had to get the saber in Huang Xiao's hand, because it seemed capable of suppressing Inugami's evil nature. To him, this was simply too important-a precious treasure that could determine whether he lived or died.
"Hand over your saber, and I'll spare your life!" Fan Zhongkun took a deep breath and forcibly suppressed his anger.
"What a joke!" Huang Xiao scoffed. "You're a clay bodhisattva crossing a river, unable even to save yourself, yet you still have designs on me? This saber means a great deal to me. Unless I die, forget about getting it."
Hand over the Minghong Saber? How could that possibly happen?
Quite apart from knowing how extraordinary the Minghong Saber was and refusing to give it to him, he could not part with it now. Without the Minghong Saber suppressing the surrounding evil qi, he would probably have long since