The Confucian Robe Youth's voice still echoed through the air, while the atmosphere between heaven and earth abruptly grew oppressive to the extreme.
Feng Wuji's breathing caught, and his scalp went numb.
The Confucian Robe Youth sat there so casually, yet his voice carried an invisible pressure that struck straight at the heart!
When Feng Wuji faced him, he could not even summon the slightest thought of resistance!
The feeling was undoubtedly terrifying.
Feng Wuji could fully believe that if the Confucian Robe Youth wished to kill him, he likely would not have even the slightest ability to resist!!
Yet Su Yi seemed wholly unaware of it and shook his head slightly. "It seems you do not truly intend to receive me as an honored guest."
The Confucian Robe Youth sneered and suddenly tossed the teacup in his hand onto the ground some distance away.
Then, unhurriedly, he said, "That depends on whether you have the qualifications. If you do not, then get down on the ground and pick that teacup up in your mouth like a dog. Come over and beg me to grant you death."
After saying that, he clapped his hands and smiled. "No need for nonsense. Come, let me see where you found the nerve to bark like a dog!"
His words brimmed with contempt and humiliation, filled with mockery.
Forget Su Yi—even Feng Wuji could not stand it any longer. His face flushed red as he said, "This bastard has gone too far!!"
The Confucian Robe Youth ignored Feng Wuji outright and merely kept his gaze fixed on Su Yi.
Su Yi said nothing.
He could no longer be bothered to say another word.
With a flip of his palm, a Rotten Sword Sheath appeared.
As the sword sheath swept through the air—
A long