"There's no grudge between us, is there? Why destroy my sect?"
Fei He stood arrogantly atop the platform.
Who knew what Demonic Path art he had practiced? His face, which should have been as aged as Master Ouyang's, now looked fair and tender. His skin seemed delicate enough to break at a touch, even softer than a young person's.
Lin Shuguang paid it no mind. Saber in hand, he walked up the steps. "Don't you know perfectly well yourself?"
Fei He narrowed his eyes. This man had broken through his protective formation, which spoke volumes about his strength. He was certainly no weaker than Fei He!
Yet he distinctly remembered never offending such a powerful figure.
His eyes narrowed slightly.
Someone came to mind, and a sneer immediately curled his lips. "That useless Ouyang Gongyang sent you, didn't he? Hahahaha! I've waited thirty years for that piece of trash. Over those thirty years, if he hasn't begged twelve or thirteen people to come here and die, then he's sent seven, eight, or nine.
"Ever since I reached the Profound Connection Realm, no one has dared come at all. I'll give you credit for your courage."
The moment he finished speaking, a thunderous series of sonic booms suddenly rang out beside his ears.
Fei He jerked his head up.
The mysterious young man opposite him was already charging with his saber raised.
A saber slashed down in a flash.
For an instant, the whole world seemed as bright as day.
"You have a death wish!" Fei He snorted coldly. His right hand, as fair as precious jade, shot out, grasping and striking at empty air.
Rumble!
In the blink of an eye, the surging waves of air within fifty meters suddenly erupted in reverse, countless vine-like strands of ice mixed among