"I underestimated you! You really deserve your name, knife lord. However how long can you last? Four hours? six hours? If you just wanted to piss me off then congratulations you have already done it!"
Whilst he said that, Wuxuan took out an item. It was a pure black fist glove, on the back was a black flame. However, on the surface, there were several Buddhist scriptures and words.
When Wuxuan reached his hand in, several black lines spread out from the fist glove instantly and stabbed into his right arm.
His face first twisted in pain, following which he gave out a maniacal laugh like he was enjoying it.
"So what if you could merge spirit with martial arts? Be it you Li Wuhui or the six pinnacle swords, why words are the same, you are only that! Even just with those words you said today, I Wuxuan can't allow you to leave this place alive! I will let you taste the strength of my fist armor..."