"I know." Guan Xilin nodded. With a swipe of his broadsword, he pointed to the ground and directed his chilling gaze to the Death Mercenary Group's leader.
The Death Mercenary Group's leader was sizing him up at this moment. As he saw Guan Xilin's imposing and chilling aura, the mystical energy in his body was exposed. The leader raised his eyebrows. "You're just a mystical cultivator? How come you have such a skill?"
Mystical cultivators were just a bit stronger than the spirit cultivators but their combat strengths were much inferior. However, this man's skill and combat strength surprised him.
"So what if I'm a mystical cultivator? It's good enough as long as I can kill you!"
Guan Xilin shouted in a gloomy voice. With these words, his mystical energy breath burst out and he stepped forward to attack with the broadsword in his hand. He attacked his opponent at a fast and ruthless speed.
"Clang!"
