Chapter 439 - Mental Conflict (1/2)

Chapter 439 Mental Conflict

Pitifully, Shao Shuai and his men have gone to the thick forest to wait for the show.

They don’t notice what Gao Ge did.

Gao Ge likes the feelings very much.

He doesn’t need to do anything or take any risk.

No wonder the nation that proclaims itself No. 1 in the universe loves to start wars and profit from wars.

It’s a pity.

If he has enough weapons, he can stand aside and sell weapons to maximize the profit from wars.

The battle in the thick forests is still on.

The square-faced man is in a dominant position, but he doesn’t exceed his opponent tremendously.

He only narrowly suppresses Swordlord Ming Xing.

“Do you know what you are doing?” Swordlord Ming Xing takes a chance to rest and shout, “You are against the Xiaoshan Sword Sect! The first-class cultivation school!”

The square-faced man laughs and says, “You are trying to ask for a truce by saying so?”

Swordlord Ming Xing doesn’t reply.

The square-faced man heaves a sigh and says, “From where I stand, I am sure to win. Now that you’ve said so, you must be frightened and worried. You are afraid to be killed by me, aren’t you?”

Swordlord Ming Xing still doesn’t speak, except that he is slightly trembling.

The square-faced man slashes his sword again.

The sword spirit goes into the ears with whistling strong wind.

“I don’t care a snap about the crap Xiaoshan Sword Sect at all!”

Such simple words uttered by the square-faced man manifest his arrogance completely.

He really makes nothing of the Xiaoshan Sword Sect, who is definitely not swashbuckling.

Although he cannot make it by himself, he has a lot of backings.

If they are not aimed at the Xiaoshan Sword Sect, in light of their capability, it is not difficult for them to eradicate the Xiaoshan Sword Sect.

Therefore, it is not that they can’t but that they don’t want to.

However, if there comes a reason why they must do it, they will not hesitate at all.

As such, for the square-faced man, it is a silly thing that Swordlord Ming Xing still dares to mention the Xiaoshan Sword Sect.

Their swords keep clattering each other.

For Gao Ge, it sounds like the most beautiful music in the world.

After all, it is a good thing either party is dead.

“I cannot understand why you must protect your chief disciple?” The square-faced man is confused indeed that Swordlord Ming Xing still doesn’t feel like giving in.

Swordlord Ming Xing is really depressed.

Hearing what the square-faced man said, he feels even more depressed.

What is he talking about?

Swordlord Ming Xing doesn’t want to anyway!

By now, even he doesn’t know who on earth his chief disciple is!

After all, he knows his chief disciple’s capability well.

Therefore, Swordlord Ming Xing feels that he has been framed this time.

However, he still fails to figure out the ins and outs of the matter.

“Forget about it. Since you don’t want to hand him over, then don’t. I am a nice man. Since your disciple messed with me, then it is reasonable that you pay for it.”

Then the square-faced man stabs to him with his sword.

Meanwhile, the dust converges and rotates nonstop just like a fierce dragon that opens its big mouth.

As the fierce dragon and hits against Swordlord Ming Xing’s body, the latter one is immediately sent flying.