Zhang Song, who was furious in his heart, snorted, "You're asking for an inch and you're asking for an inch. A woman like you is ambitious."
He parted his legs in the air, and the knife in his hand cut through the air with a golden shadow, heading straight for the sword of the Yihe Treasury.
"Ding." The crisp sound of metal colliding rang out in the abandoned factory. Sparks flew everywhere. Yi Hejian's expression changed. His hand holding the sword seemed to be unstable. After taking a few steps back, he looked at Zhang Song, who was attacking him again before he even landed.
On Zhang Song's face was the natural smile of a king. Even when facing the true power of Yi He's Tibetan Scripture, he still did not care.
Although she was shocked by Zhang Song's imposing manner that made others
