Pang Angong stood atop his flying sword, his face cold and aloof. "Xiang Yunqing, move aside. Don't force us to act!"
"So we're tearing off the mask, are we?"
Xiang Yunqing's expression chilled as he said flatly, "Act? Why don't you try? My hands have been itching lately—I've been looking for someone to test the sword in my hand against!"
"Xiang Yunqing, are you truly determined to make an enemy of our Imperial Sky Peak?"
Pang Angong's face was grim, murderous fury suppressed in his voice.
"Or are you the one who wants to make an enemy of our Xuan Gang Peak?"
Xiang Yunqing gripped his longsword and shouted in a deep voice. There was not a trace of amusement in his eyes. He could already sense how dangerous Pang Angong was—he stood on the brink of erupting. It seemed the last encounter had dealt him a heavy blow.
"You, go after them!"
Pang Angong gestured to the people beside him.
"Alright!"
The four Transcendent Realm martial artists drove their flying swords forward, preparing to circle around Xiang Yunqing.
"Did I say you could leave?"
Xiang Yunqing shouted coldly. The sword in his hand moved, its cry ringing out like the trembling note of a zither. A powerful sword intent instantly blanketed heaven and earth. The four Transcendent Realm martial artists felt an intense threat and involuntarily halted, leaping from their flying swords to prepare for battle.
"Attack!"
Cold light burst from Pang Angong's eyes as he barked out a command. His body moved in an instant. With a gesture of his sword fingers, the flying sword beneath his feet shot forth, transforming into a streak of dazzling light that flew straight at Xiang Yunqing.
The moment he decided to act, Pang Angong acted. He had completely cast aside all