บท 1191: Fruitful Harvest

"You four idiots, thanks for the gifts." When he turned around and faced the attacks of the leaders of the four largest forces head-on, and most of the people thought that he would definitely be a dead man, Duan Ling Tian spoke. His voice was indifferent and did not contain any emotions.

"Gifts?" The leaders were stunned. Before they even reacted, they then saw nine sword qi shoot out of the purple figure who faced their assault boldly.

They knew in their hearts that those were the nine spirit swords which were hovering around the Sect Leader of the Ling Tian Sect, Duan Ling Tian.

However, they did not care.

"Ha, that's futile effort!" Not only did they not care, they even looked down upon the attack Duan Ling Tian launched from the bottom of their hearts.

From the speed of the nine sword qi, they could roughly estimate the strength it contained.