C928 The Self-destruction of the Demon Core.

"Wu Xiaoming, are you not satisfied with me pulling out the feathers? Let me pull them out again!" Wu Xiaoming held the Broken Sword in his hand and continuously waved it in the surroundings.

In just an instant, hundreds of millions of sword qi had surrounded Wu Xiaoming's body.

"Brat, you can be arrogant as you wish