She Menglong was merely a descendant of the Spirit Snake Sect Master. How could he possibly be the sect master?
But Feng Yun seized on the words "sect master," and She Menglong's face flushed red with anger. "Feng Yun, don't get cocky! On the Cloud Top Ranking, you and I will fight to determine who's the better man!"
"Fight to determine who's the better man? ... Forget it, forget it."
Feng Yun said blandly, "I'm not going to fight you. I'm a man, but whether you're male or female is hard to say. After all, your Spirit Snake Sect... hahaha... hahaha... As for snakes, everyone knows what they know."
She Menglong ground his teeth so hard they clicked.
A muffled shout rang out in the void. "Feng Yun! Insolence!"
A golden palm came crashing down.
Feng Yun did not even blink. He only watched with a faint smile.
Behind him, a phantom flickered, and a golden spear appeared across the sky.
It met the golden palm with a blow. The attacker sank his waist and lowered his stance, then retreated one step.
It was none other than Across the Sky Spear, Ji Hong!
Tenth on the Cloud Top Weapon Compendium!
A deafening boom rang through the air.
A black-clad figure flashed on the other side, then vanished into the sky again.
But suddenly, a muffled groan rang out. The figure tumbled out of the air and spewed a mouthful of blood the moment he opened his mouth. "Who?! Who launched a sneak attack?!"
A sobbing flute melody rose into the air, mournful and plaintive, sorrowful and aggrieved, as though countless evil ghosts were weeping at once.
An ethereal voice rang out from all directions, impossible to pin down.
"With one flute and one sword, I stand alone; I come and