"I talk too much? Since you want an early death, I'll grant it!"
The Sword Demon had a proud and contemptuous smile on his face, with dense Sword Qi swirling continuously around his black sword.
Ling Xiao stood there, saying nothing, making no move, simply looking calmly at the Sword Demon.
The smile on the Sword Demon's face froze, replaced by annoyance and violent anger.
Was Ling Xiao actually looking down on him?
Knowing that he was about to attack yet not making any move, was this disdain or mere posturing?
Suddenly, his figure flashed violently, and what appeared to be an ordinary step brought him instantly to within three meters of Ling Xiao.
In that moment, the black sword in his hand seemed no longer a sword but transformed into a dense flow of lava.
The lava flowed, yet did not drip, becoming terrifying instead.
The crazed and scorching Sword Intent rose rapidly.
At this moment, the Sword Demon seemed like a volcano erupting, unstoppable.
