The Sub-Account Keeps House, Go to Him If There's Trouble

Zhang Yang had not yet had time to inspect that Heart of Heaven and Earth when Mu Shaoan blocked him—or rather, the fellow had stormed to the entrance of the Sword Immortal Grand Hall and launched into a barrage of threats, saying that if Zhang Yang did not come out, he would turn the Azurewood Realm upside down and inside out.

But dissolving such threats was child's play for Zhang Yang. With a thought, a white-haired sub-account hurried over.

"Cousin, long time no see?"

Mu Shaoan glanced back and, without a word, sent a vast sword ray cleaving over. Zhang Yang's white-haired sub-account did not take offense. With a sweep of his hand, a ripple-like sword seal spread out and firmly absorbed the sword ray.

"Huh? A Law Demigod, too? Fatty Zhang, you're really willing to spend big!"

As he spoke, Mu Shaoan did not pause for even a moment. In an instant, all kinds of sword arts, sword seals, and sword arrays came crashing down over their heads, each more formidable than the last. Yet Zhang Yang's white-haired sub-account remained calm and unhurried, only defending and never attacking. Aside from a set of sword seals, there was merely a streak of clear light enveloping the surroundings, directly reclaiming and absorbing even the sword-qi radiation released by Mu Shaoan.

A few seconds later, Mu Shaoan sullenly stopped and said incredulously, "Fatty Zhang really is big-hearted. He gave you one-tenth of his Dao Ancestor Authority? Isn't he afraid you'll usurp his position?"

"Cousin, you jest. We are originally one entity, so how could this be called usurpation?" Zhang Yang's white-haired sub-account replied calmly.

Mu Shaoan gave a wicked grin, circled the white-haired sub-account once, and suddenly sighed. "Cousin, I probably can't learn your skill at opening sub-accounts. The temperament of this