"Ling Han, come out and die!" a cold voice rang out. It was as if a blade had sliced through, and leaves from around them dropped, torn into pieces.
Quite a number of people threw up blood, and they were even more shocked. Who was this man that would be so terrifying—merely his voice alone could cause them to collapse.
"Third Brother, your enemy?" Mu Rong Qing asked. He looked very spirited. "Wait for me to take him down!"
Ling Han smiled, and said, "Second Brother, I fear you are no match for him."
"Oh, who is that man?" Even the Rain Emperor had become curious, and looked to be filled with battle intent.
"Small Saber King!"
Weng, a figure appeared. He had a tall, slender build, and saber intent wound all over his body, transforming into uncountable sabers of various shapes and sizes. There were long and short sabers, gold and silver sabers, and there were closely woven patterns on every blade, exuding a powerful aura.