At this moment, two people descended swiftly from the mountain, and they were Knife-Thrower Chen Kun and Divine Archer Wang Meng. The remaining twenty soldiers immediately retreated, as the Sword God and Dao Feng timely blocked in front to prevent the opponents from attacking again, damaging their forces.
"Haha, no matter where you are from, you must die here today!" Chen Kun said arrogantly, believing that his throwing knives were never missed, comparable to Little Li's Flying Knife.
"Hmph, who will end up dead remains unknown, don't be arrogant too early."
The Sword God smiled slightly at the corner of his mouth as he spoke. He had been walking through the martial world for a long time, seeing many such arrogant people, so he wasn't very tense at this moment. After all, in terms of strength, he and his son were superior to these two.
At this time, Dao Feng nodded, indicating that he was ready.
