"Back then, I was surrounded and hunted down by several Xiantian Realm constables. I nearly died there.
In the end, if I hadn't relied on my troublesome Lightness Skill to continually harass those Xiantian Realm fighters, I would never have worn several of them to death.
But the moment an ordinary Grandmaster from Six Gates appeared, I was severely injured and fled in terror into the Ghost Market.
A fool and waste like that dying by your hand was never an accident in my eyes.
But kid, you don't think I'm that idiot Flower Picker Bee, do you?"
Yang Yao chuckled upon hearing this, then said calmly,
"Blood Fiend Yin Poison Palm. A remnant of the Blood Fiend Sect. I never believed anyone from the Blood Fiend Sect could be trash like you!"
The Ghost Mask Man's tone instantly changed at those words. He said coldly,
"Hmph! Did that idiot tell you?"
Yang Yao let out a cold laugh and said,
"Heh, so you admit it. You really are from the Blood Fiend Sect!"
Hearing this, the Ghost Mask Man said coldly,
"Kid, you refuse the road to Heaven and charge into Hell instead!
Since that's the case, I'll send you to your death today!"
With that, the Ghost Mask Man turned into an afterimage and charged straight at Yang Yao. Blood-red True Qi clung to both his hands as a baleful aura spread out.
Yet Yang Yao showed no panic at all. The longsword in his hand became a streak of cold light and shot through the air.
"Kill..."
Yang Yao merely let out a low roar. Immediately afterward, the sword in his hand radiated an incomparably scorching aura.
Clang...
The blazing sword qi gave off terrifying heat, burning the Yin Sha energy away in an instant.
Then, with