章 577: Six Swords First Gathering

Zong Shou broke out into a laugh, seeing the playful intent in Yuan Wushang's eyes.

This past head of the Pinnacle Swords, the time he grasped the spirit and martial arts merger was probably much longer ago than Feng Taiji.

He was a maniac; to be mocked by someone like that, naturally he felt annoyed. If he wasn't worried about others, he would have already pulled out his sword to kill him.

Leidong also felt slightly awkward. He felt his junior brother's situation was like some beginner acting professional in front of an expert, playing with a blade in front of a saint. He coughed awkwardly as he looked away, "Brother, please give me face and don't bother with him."

He personally witnessed the battle on top of Mysterious Cloud Mountain and was really clear about how strong Zong Shou's sword was.

Zong Shou nodded slightly, he didn't take the words to heart. An elephant didn't need to bother about provocation from an ant.