1525 Zhuo Jing's Strength

Sima Bei sized up Zhuo Jing and the sword in his hand.

"This sword is the famous Silver Spring, right?" Sima Bei said with a faint smile.

Zhuo Jing was extremely vigilant. He took two steps back and coldly said, "Who are you? Why are you here?"

"Sima Bei, from the North Plain."

Upon hearing this name, Zhuo Jing's expression changed drastically!

His internal Qi instantly erupted, and his palm and the Silver Spring seemed to have merged into one!

"What do you want?" Zhuo Jing coldly asked.

Sima Bei glanced at Qin Yu, who was withstanding his tribulation not far away, and smiled, "I'm here to kill him. If you're sensible, I can spare you if you leave now."

Zhuo Jing sneered, "Do you think I'll leave?"

Sima Bei sighed and said, "What difference does it make whether you leave or not? What's the point of risking your life for nothing?"

"Cut the crap. As long as I'm alive, you can't touch Qin Yu!" Zhuo Jing shouted.