Impudent!
Hearing Sang Zichen's words, Elder Yu's eyes immediately widened.
But … but …
Kneel down!
Wait! Following Elder Yu's words …
At this juncture, the monk immediately opened his mouth to interrupt.
Before everyone's gazes, the bald monk sneered. I say …
Sir, you might not be Elder Yu of the Vast Sword Sect … the master of this Young Sword Master, right?
The bald monk sneered.
This … this …
Hearing the bald monk's words, Sang Zichen seemed to have understood what he meant.
This … didn't this mean that the master before him was an imposter?
Thinking of this, a trace of hesitation flashed through Sang Zichen's eyes.
That … that didn't seem possible, right?
After all, no matter what, his master was an elder of the Vast Sword Sect, one of the Four Great Sects of the Martial Cultivation World.
To say that he was an imposter …
Was there really someone who had the guts to do that?
Sang Zichen's face was filled with disbelief.
However, in the next instant, a figure appeared in Sang Zichen's mind …
That person who knew of his identity and status, still resolutely forced him to scram and directly killed the son of the Blissful Hall's Hall Master.
If it was that person, what else could he not dare to do?
Sang Zichen asked himself in his heart. A trace of understanding appeared in his eyes as he looked at the old man before him … the old man who looked exactly like his master. Gradually, a trace of ill-intent appeared in his eyes.
Haha … you think I'm not?
Looking at the bald monk before him, Elder Yu's expression became extremely gloomy.
He had never imagined that there would be a person of the younger generation before him who dared to question his identity.
What else could it be?
The bald monk sneered. He seemed to be even more certain that the person before him was even less likely to be Elder Yu of the Vast Sword Sect.
As far as I know, Elder Yu of the Vast Sword Sect has always had a strange temper. It could even be said that he is arrogant. Then … what about you?
You actually knelt before a loose cultivator of the younger generation. How are you going to tell me that you're Elder Yu of the Vast Sword Sect?!
That's right!
At this moment, Sang Zichen, who had been silent the entire time, also shouted.
Insulting the Vast Sword Sect, insulting me. If you're really my master, he should be furious. But you …
Who do you think you are?
Sang Zichen's face was full of disdain. It was obvious that he was certain that the person before him was not his master, Wang Yumen!
I … What am I?
The corners of Elder Yumen's mouth slowly curved into an arc.
Yang Shao, tell me … what should I do?
Kill!
Liu Yang said casually.
At this moment, he had slowly crawled up and sat cross-legged on the ground.
All the Immortal Spiritual Energy in the surrounding area was frantically mobilized by Liu Yang, frantically repairing his body …
Good!
Elder Yumen slowly nodded his head.
Haha, old man, if you can kill me, then I will …
Just …?
Elder Yumen slowly took a step forward.
Then …
Immortal spiritual energy appeared.
The frightening Immortal Spiritual Energy was like an unsheathed sharp blade that directly blocked the bald monk's words.
At that moment, he was only halfway through his words. His mouth opened and closed as if he wanted to say something.
But he could not say a single word.
That …
That was the cultivation of the Immortal King Realm!
If he could, even if he had to use almost a hundred years of his life to take back what he had said, he would be willing …
However …
What's wrong? Tell me what you were talking about just now. What … what was that?
Elder Yumen smiled and waved his hand gently.
A clear shadow of a sword appeared out of thin air and slashed at the bald monk …
This sword was like a small mountain falling.
Se … Senior, please spare my life!
Looking at the sword shadow, the bald monk's pupils contracted abruptly. The Immortal Spiritual Energy in his body immediately exploded. He spread his legs and tried to escape.
Unfortunately, how could the difference between the Immortal King Realm and the Golden Immortal Realm be only two words?!
Accompanied by the bald monk's miserable shriek, the terrifying sword shadow was like a shadow, closely following the bald monk's movements.
Whoosh! With a 'thud', the bald monk's left hand was easily removed like a carrot.
Se … Senior … Around …
The bald monk didn't even have time to scream before the shadow of the sword suddenly turned around and followed closely behind the hand of the old man from the Jade Gate. It swung down again and directly chopped down ….
The second big hand immediately fell!
Ah!
Before he could shout out the remaining words, the bald monk's two arms were chopped off by Wang Yumen's sword like rotten watermelons!
How … How … How could this be?
Sang Zichen opened his mouth and wanted to say something. However, at that moment, it was as if a stone was stuffed in his throat.
No matter how he opened his mouth, he could not squeeze out a single word.
Se … Senior, please spare my life. Before … Before, I didn't know … didn't know your identity …
Didn't know?
Elder Yumen smiled gently. His eyes suddenly widened and a ray of light seemed to flash through them.
Since that's the case, pay the price for what you said just now!
No …
The bald monk opened his mouth and seemed to want to say something. However, the sword shadow had already swept across with Wang Yumen's words …
That bald monk immediately knelt on the ground!
One had to know that that was not really kneeling on the ground. On the contrary, the bald monk's legs had been chopped off by Wang Yumen, leaving him kneeling on the ground with only his knees left.
That appearance …
Was exceptionally terrifying.
However, it just so happened that Liu Yang, who had already slowly opened his eyes, looked at the bald monk, who seemed to have been chopped off like a stick, and the corners of his mouth curled into a smile.
This smile was clearly seen by Huang Chengtian, causing his heart to clench involuntarily …
Alright, since you've already knelt down, I think you should be able to kowtow and apologize to our Yang Shao now, right?
Looking at the bald man, Wang Yumen's eyes did not show the slightest emotion. Instead, a soul-stirring smile appeared on his face …
Apologize … Apologize …?
The bald monk's face, which had been violently contorted due to the pain, relaxed slightly.
At that moment …
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