"This sword did not come easily to me, and few have died beneath it. You should feel honored to die beneath my sword."
Others might not quite understand what the man meant, but Huang Xiao understood perfectly well.
This fellow had clearly obtained the sword in the Valley of Death. It should have been left behind by Longevity Daoist.
The sword qualified as a divine weapon. It might not possess a sword soul, but a flexible sword like this was exceedingly rare.
Back in the Valley of Death, very few people could make him draw his sword.
Had Huang Xiao not forced him to draw it, and instead let him draw it of his own accord, Huang Xiao would probably have suffered badly.
That was because the sword was colorless and transparent, making it very hard to notice.
Most people would struggle to react to a surprise attack from it.
Even Huang Xiao could not claim he would necessarily notice it.
"I only just got this saber. It hasn't killed anyone yet, so you're even more honored," Huang Xiao said, staring at his opponent.
When killing the others earlier, Huang Xiao had not needed to draw his saber at all.
Murderous intent surged across the man's face as he snapped, "Quite arrogant, aren't you?"
"A frog at the bottom of a well. You thought you were invincible in one place, and now that you've come out, you think things will still be the same?" Huang Xiao sneered.
His words made his opponent freeze for a moment.
"What did you say?"
"You know perfectly well what I said."
"It seems I can't let you live."
He vaguely felt that Huang Xiao knew his identity. How was that possible?
Even Xu Zhiru did not know that their group had come out of