Recognize me as your master?
A lowly servant?
Although the crowd did not know what a lowly servant was, they knew what it meant to recognize Bai Xiaofan as master!
How could the mighty Cyclops bow to someone as his master?
The Cyclops, enraged beyond belief, laughed coldly and stared viciously at Bai Xiaofan, "Bow to you as master? Do you think you're worthy?"
"Then you have no chance!"
Bai Xiaofan shook his head in pity, as if he regretted it.
"To hell with your chance, die!"
With a thunderous roar, the Cyclops leaped into the air, his long blade fiercely chopping down at Bai Xiaofan.
In an instant, within ten meters around the Cyclops, there was nothing but chaotic Sword Qi, which, after a brief disorder, targeted Bai Xiaofan and He Miaor in a coordinated assault.
"The blade emerges like a dragon!"
With a low growl, the Cyclops's unrestrained Sword Qi actually condensed into the shape of a dragon's head on the blade, its mouth agape as if it sought to devour Bai Xiaofan.
