"Xiao Yang, Chi Yan, I've been waiting for you for a long time. You've finally come to die."
A familiar voice rang out. It was the Pavilion Master of the Sky Sect's Sword Pavilion, Wei Zhongxiong.
This person had once acted as the Sky Sect's envoy to the Poison Sect's Worryfree City for negotiations. He was arrogant and conceited. Later, he fell for Xiao Yang's trap and was forced to reveal the Sky Sect's intentions. They were inviting mid-tier sects to help.
When he had acted as the envoy, he had been severely humiliated by Xiao Yang. Now that he had returned to the Sky Sect, he had naturally regained his arrogance.
He had always remembered the grudge from that day and had been waiting for this opportunity. He had to kill Xiao Yang no matter what. Otherwise, he would never be able to quench the hatred in his heart.
Whether it was in the ancient ruins of the sword immortal's tomb or in Worryfree City, he had been miserably tricked by Xiao Yang. If he didn't take revenge, he wasn't human.
"Xiao Yang, I'm telling you, you'd better obediently release the two Supremacies and then kneel and beg for mercy. Otherwise, I'll make sure you die without a complete corpse."
"Do you think you have any chance of winning? Laughable. I'll let you know that the Sky Sect's dignity is not to be trifled with. "
Wei Zhongxiong spoke in a dignified manner. A sharp sword intent was released from his body. It was incomparably sharp. Even if one looked at him, their eyes would hurt.
"Oh, so it's you, you old fart. With your pathetic appearance, what can you use to fight me? Who doesn't know how to boast? The problem is, can you do it?"
Xiao Yang sneered and mocked.
"A loser is still a loser. If you have the guts, let's fight one-on-one first."
Xiao Yang curled his lips, provocation in his eyes. His body released battle intent, provoking Wei Zhongxiong.
Wei Zhongxiong was immediately enraged. He roared, "Alright, Xiao Yang, come out if you have the guts. I'll fight you to the death. Whoever cowers is a coward."
He took a large step forward, taking more than ten steps and pointing at Xiao Yang.
He was a Level Eight Martial Arts Grandmaster and a true sword cultivator. How could he possibly take Xiao Yang seriously?
According to his understanding of the situation, Xiao Yang was only a weakling at the seventh level of the Martial Arts Grandmaster Realm. There was an entire realm between them.
He was confident that he could take this opportunity to kill Xiao Yang.
As long as Xiao Yang fell, then this big matter could be considered half completed.
"Ridiculous."
"Wei Zhongxiong, I've long found you an eyesore. Since Xiao Yang jumped out to seek death, I'm naturally happy to fulfill your wish."
Xiao Yang smiled contemptuously.
Even the Sky Sect's Second and Third Supremacy had fallen at his hands. He didn't believe that a mere Wei Zhongxiong couldn't deal with him.
He leaped up and landed more than thirty meters away. He released his battle intent and stared at Wei Zhongxiong, saying, "Come on, Wei Zhongxiong. Let me see how much you've improved. You're actually so arrogant."
"Sword, come."
Wei Zhongxiong shouted. He put two fingers on his right hand together to form a sword finger and controlled the flying sword.
The flying sword quickly streaked across the void, stabbing towards Xiao Yang.
Because it was too fast, one could only see an afterimage. When one saw the flying sword was more than thirty meters away, the flying sword had already arrived in front of them.
In addition, when the flying sword flew, it emitted an ear-piercing sword hum that could be heard clearly from hundreds of meters away.
"You can't even take out a decent flying sword. You're just embarrassing yourself."
Xiao Yang mocked and continued, "I'll let you see what a true immortal sword is."
"Immortal sword, come."
Xiao Yang mimicked Wei Zhongxiong's actions and put his right index and middle fingers together to form a sword finger. He controlled the immortal sword he obtained from the sword immortal's tomb in the ancient ruins to tear through the void and rapidly attack Wei Zhongxiong.
The two swords instantly met in midair and collided with each other, producing a crisp sound.
Wei Zhongxiong's flying sword had been sliced apart. It broke into seven or eight pieces and fell from midair. When it landed on the ground, it emitted a crisp metallic sound.
"You can't even withstand a single blow. Take this."
After Xiao Yang destroyed his opponent's flying sword, he continued to control the flying sword and swept it towards his opponent.
The immortal sword released a shocking sword beam in midair and slashed at Wei Zhongxiong.
The sword was majestic and ferocious. Its sword intent was rich and unstoppable.
Even Wei Zhongxiong felt apprehensive as his expression turned solemn.
Although Xiao Yang's cultivation realm was inferior to his, he had to admit that Xiao Yang's attainments in the Sword Dao were extremely profound. It was admirable.
"I'm not to be trifled with either."
Wei Zhongxiong muttered as his face revealed a look of contempt.
Following that, he hurriedly used his movement technique to dodge. His figure instantly appeared in his original spot. At the instant he disappeared, a sword beam slashed down at his original spot, cleaving open a fissure that was more than a hundred feet long.
The fissure was still releasing a shocking sword intent, causing the newcomers who had just entered the Sword Dao to turn pale and their souls to tremble in fear.
"You? You want to fight to the death? Let's see who will embarrass you more. "
Xiao Yang waved his hand and retracted the immortal sword before mocking Wei Zhongxiong again.
In the first head-on confrontation between the two, Xiao Yang won completely while Wei Zhongxiong retreated in defeat.
With Wei Zhongxiong's abilities, he still wanted to challenge Xiao Yang. It was nothing more than a disgrace in front of his fellow disciples.
"Ignorant child, what's the use of having a sharp tongue? What's the use of fighting for momentary gratification? Only life and death will determine victory and defeat."
Wei Zhongxiong said in embarrassment.
He didn't expect Xiao Yang's attainments in the Sword Dao to be so high, causing him to lose face.
As the Pavilion Master of the Sword Pavilion, he was naturally someone who cared about his reputation. Now that he had lost face in front of his fellow disciples, he naturally wanted to get back at them.
"Mountain-splitting Sword."
Wei Zhongxiong's face was gloomy, and he revealed a serious murderous intent. After roaring, he put two fingers of his right hand together and formed a sword finger again, attacking Xiao Yang.
Xiao Yang snorted coldly and said, "You don't know what's good for you. Since you want to die, I'll fulfill your wish."
As his words fell, the power of his physical body, Wu Zun, suddenly burst out. A powerful aura enveloped a radius of a hundred feet, causing everyone within a hundred feet to feel a huge pressure. They felt depressed, as if they were carrying a mountain on their backs. It was very heavy.
Wei Zhongxiong was at the front line of the battle, so he immediately sensed the danger and realized how powerful Xiao Yang was. His expression couldn't help but change drastically, and his eyes were filled with disbelief.
He hurriedly stopped in his tracks and looked at Xiao Yang in horror. For a moment, he even forgot to attack.
"You, you, how is this possible? You actually made Wu Zun. "
Wei Zhongxiong almost wet himself in fear.
He had cultivated for most of his life, but now he was only Wu Zun's eighth-rank. However, Xiao Yang had already walked ahead of him and made Wu Zun's position.
This almost subverted all of his knowledge.
"Nothing is impossible in this world. It's just that you at the bottom of the well are making a fuss about nothing."
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