"Hand over the Divine Sword in your hand, kneel and beg for mercy, and I will spare your life!"
Shi Yuan's eyes turned cold, his expression stern, looking at Chen Yuan as if viewing an ant, he slowly spoke.
At the same time, Zhang Xu, Jin Wu, and others also arrived one after another.
They all stared fixedly at the blood-colored wooden sword in Chen Yuan's hand.
At this moment.
Zhang Xu stepped forward with the Ancient Bronze Mirror in hand: "Hand over this Divine Sword and I'll leave immediately."
His gaze still clung to the God Slaying Sword in Chen Yuan's hand.
They were all prodigies of the Nine Yang Domain, having seen countless treasures in their daily lives. Upon seeing the wooden sword in Chen Yuan's hand, amidst the faintly discernible Blood Sea, they immediately knew it was definitely a supreme weapon, at least a Quasi-Saint Treasure, possibly even a Saint Treasure.
