“You are someone from Sword Hall?” Jian Xiaotian’s eyes shone. Although he was already badly wounded, his will to fight instead grew stronger.

“Yes. I am an elder from Sword Hall. I didn’t think I would encounter a cultivator from Heavenly Sword Faction here today. Tsk, tsk. Even more so, I never thought that a disciple from Heavenly Sword Sect would end up in such a miserable state, becoming a fugitive, and hunted endlessly within our Northern Plains.” A ridiculing look appeared on Bai Jianlei’s face.

“Ha ha ha ha ha! Is there anyone in this world who doesn’t know that the founder of your Sword Hall was a traitor from our Heavenly Sword Faction? Not to mention, amongst all the people in the Northern Plains, only you cultivators from Sword Hall would not have the guts to step into the Central Plains. It is because you are afraid of getting hunted down by our Heavenly Sword Faction! And yet, what is this? You want to act all high and mighty in front of me? What a farce!” Jian Xiaotian laughed loudly.

“Humph! You are already on death’s door, but you are still going to talk glibly? Whatever! I will kill off you fellows right now and see what else you have...