Xiao Yang touched down and held his position, though hundreds of sword shadows remained suspended in the air, their cold edges pointed at the man’s body, dense and overlapping. With a single command, the man would be turned into a pincushion.
"Do you have any last words?" Xiao Yang asked coldly.
He did not go looking for trouble, but he was not afraid of it either. The man had opened the encounter with a lethal strike, intent on killing them all. Had Xiao Yang not possessed sufficient strength, he likely would have perished here. Xiao Yang wanted to hear what kind of nonsense the guy could possibly conjure up.
Chapter 515