"Take your own life? What a colossal joke." The sword wielder burst into wild laughter. He leveled the long sword in his hand at Li Mu Yang and cried out mournfully, "The sword has not broken, and the man has not died. Naturally, the Changbai Sword Sect will fight to the bitter end."
Li Mu Yang nodded and said, "I'll grant you your wish."
The sword wielder's almost blood-dripping eyes swept toward Wu Shanji. A harsh, icy sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth as he said, "You've allied yourselves with an evil dragon. Do you know what fate awaits you? My death is nothing, but every powerful cultivator under heaven will step forward to exterminate the evil dragon and avenge me. But you—you will suffer the same fate as that evil dragon, and the entire world will join together to slaughter you—including your families, friends, and sects. You will become the enemies of the whole world. You will be cursed for generations, and there will be no turning back for you—"
"Enough nonsense." Li Mu Yang sighed softly.
His body leaped into the air, and the long sword in his hand once again swept out a blue half-circle.
"Die." The sword wielder's body rose at the same time. Soaring into the air, he slashed out eighty-one swords toward Li Mu Yang.
Snowfall Sword!
Clang—
Red light flickered across the long sword in Li Mu Yang's hand.
The razor-sharp blade transformed into a streak of blue light and struck the long sword in the sword wielder's hand.
Crack—
The long sword was severed in two.
Broken along with it was the sword wielder's body.
The cold wind howled, and heavy snow blotted out the sky. From high above, the entire world looked like a vast expanse of white, resembling