Who could afford to wait a day?
Now was not the time for rules, manners, or taking turns testing swords for fame.
The Godslayer Edict in his hand was already trembling like mad, even beginning to drain the holy power within him.
Feeling the flames licking at his brows, Feng Yujin said nothing more. He tossed Wei Feng, who had been sealed away, to Xu Xiaoshou. "Leave this little girl to me."
"Wait a moment."
So be it, bullying the weak with strength!
He had already bullied one Half-Saint. What did it matter if he added one more little brat at merely Sword Immortal level?
Yes, in Feng Yujin's eyes, whether Bei Bei drew her sword or not, she was at most an ant with an extra weapon.
How strong the weapon was did not matter.
Perhaps the instant it appeared, it could indeed bring a trace of pressure.
But the era of ancient sword cultivators belonged to the previous age.
Among the ancient sword cultivators of the present age, Feng Yujin acknowledged only one person, and one person alone.
He was still in his fully transformed Ghost Beast state. He had subdued Wei Feng in one move—wouldn't catching this little girl be as easy as turning over his hand?
"Saint Domain..."
Feng Yujin merely twisted his foot.
The wind rose, his skirt flared, and his hands pressed down in rapid succession.
Above and below, in every direction throughout Blackwater Ravine, gray-white mist flooded the area in an instant.
Sealing mist billowed across the sky, pressing down even the perpetual black fog of this place.
Standing within it, Bei Bei's figure began to blur. Even the sword momentum bolstered by Emperor Sword: Duzun was forcefully suppressed by the Holy Emperor's suddenly erupting might.
"Above... a Half-Saint?"
A flicker of astonishment