121 Xie Jiuhan, Are You Polite?

His gaze pierced through the crowd and collided with Xie Jiuhan in the air. In an instant, two completely different temperaments clashed, and it was as if even space had frozen.

With just a look, the Sword God knew that Xie Jiuhan, who was killing crazily, was definitely one of the few powerful figures he had seen. Ever since he stopped going to the battlefield, it had been a long time since he had encountered such a powerful expert. He felt that he could have a good fight today.

The Sword God rubbed his palms together in excitement. All his muscles were jumping, and the blood in his body was already boiling. He was born fond of fighting, and he yearned to fight, especially in life and death battles.

"Mr. Qingyi, I know you're here. We're all members of the organization. Why don't we kill Xie Jiuhan together? As long as you're willing, I can give you a billion." The Sword God was in no hurry to make a move. Instead, he shouted loudly.