"Boom."
Accompanied by sonic booms, figures descended through the air.
Noble Young Master led more than a dozen attendants, with another five or six monks following behind him.
He sternly questioned the man in the valley, "Who are you? Such audacity, wreaking havoc on Hundred Flowers Pavilion territory!"
"Wang Shuyan!"
Chen Duhe tore off the human-skin mask on his face, revealing his original appearance. "Who I am, you'll know at a glance."
"True Lord Zhuzhao!"
Wang Shuyan narrowed his eyes. "It's you! Where is my brother Zhang Liuer now?!"
"Where?"
Chen Duhe held up the human-skin mask. "Where do you think this mask came from?"
"Courting death!"
"Bang!"
The leaf-shaped Flying Magic Tool beneath Wang Shuyan's feet let out a blast. He drew a pure-black flying sword from his sleeve and charged straight into the valley.
A great number of attendants and monks followed close behind.
Chen Duhe stood amid the howling wind as purple Incense Divine Power burst from his body. A vermilion Talisman Armor enveloped him, and he gripped a fifteen-foot Hook Sickle Spear. Purple flames burned along its blade, making it resemble the head of a divine beast.
He swung his spear, crashing it against the incoming sword. The instant the two powers met, they stirred up a furious gale.
"You bastard, neither immortal nor martial, and not even of orthodox Incense Godhood..."
Wang Shuyan gritted his teeth as he wrestled against him. "What exactly do you cultivate?"
"Want to learn?"
Divine light bloomed in Chen Duhe's pupils, and his calm voice carried a hint of mockery. "Worship me, and I'll teach you. How about it?"
"Worship you? Preposterous!"
Wang Shuyan flew into a rage. Bloody light blazed from his sword edge, and his mana abruptly surged. At last, he barely forced aside the Hook Sickle Spear