The scene slightly stiffened, and the air was filled with a strange atmosphere. However, one person laughed, and that was Xue Wuhai, who was known as the Yin-Yang Man. Xue Wuhai laughed without any scruples, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"You want to turn me into a dead man?"
Xue Wuhai's smile slightly paused, the corners of his mouth gently lifted, but anyone could feel the chill in his words, like the ice of winter, making everyone shiver inside.
"That's right!"
Chu Ming said calmly, lightly drawing out the Blue Red Sword from his waist. In an instant, a faint golden sword aura flashed by and exploded under Xue Wuhai's feet, sending fragments of stone flying, spreading five or six meters before stopping.
"Then let's see if you have the skill!"
The disdain in Xue Wuhai's eyes slowly faded. Just from Chu Ming's earlier strike, it was clear that Chu Ming was not an ordinary martial artist.
Swish!
