Xiao Jin stared at Wang Yuan for two breaths, then suddenly threw his head back and laughed.
That laughter was rugged and loud, echoing among the cliff faces of the narrow pass and rattling loose gravel down in showers.
He laughed with extreme gratification, as if he had heard some earth-shattering joke.
Several Northern Frontier Deputy Generals behind him also joined in with raucous laughter; a moment ago, their minds had been tightened by that beam of golden light.
Seeing at this moment that the Alliance Master of the Three Sects was merely a youth in his early twenties with a cultivation of only mid-stage Organ Refining, that trace of tension instantly vanished into thin air.
"Alliance Master of the Three-Sect Allied Army?"
Xiao Jin reined in his laughter, raised his saber to point from afar in Wang Yuan's direction, his tone filled with undisguised contempt:
"Fencang, is your Chiyan Valley empty?"
"You let a wet-behind-the-ears punk at mid-stage Organ Refining become the alliance master? Given the desperate posture you struck just now, I thought you were waiting for some supreme expert, only to end up waiting for someone to deliver their head."
He shook his head, holding the Nine Nether Balermal Suppression Demon Blade horizontally across his front as the dark red blood patterns on the blade surface slowly wriggled.
He did not want to waste any more breath.
The defense line of Chiyan Valley had completely collapsed, Daoist Fencang was heavily injured, Su Qinghan was drained of strength, and the remaining defeated soldiers were not worth worrying about.
No matter what background this youth before him had, splitting him in half with a single saber strike would suffice.
It just so happened that the people of the Kaoshan Sect had delivered themselves to his door, which saved him