บท 4917: Great Battle

He even regretted not choosing the right path.

If he had fallen under that earth-shaking Sword Intent, he would have died with dignity.

However, if he died in such a situation, he would probably become a laughingstock for all eternity.

As a Grand Yan Immortal of the Great Si Region, he could not accept this result.

"Junior, you deserve to die!" He was furious and sent Jian Wushuang flying far away at the risk of his Immortal body being injured.

The invisible sword in his hand shattered. Jian Wushuang put his right hand behind his back and looked at him calmly.

His right hand, which was behind his back, was already dripping with divine blood, dripping drop by drop into his clothes.

He had underestimated the might of a Grand Yan Immortal. If he had not dodged in time, he would have been even more severely injured.