"Get lost!" Blood Sword King roared.
Blood Sword King had just been defeated by Feng Xingyun and had become the laughingstock of the world's strong. He was already seething with anger, yet when he returned to the place where he had previously settled down, he found it occupied by three more people?
Almost every mountain peak had a faction standing atop it. They were all peerless experts. This was not merely a symbol of strength, but even more so a symbol of status.
When Blood Sword King left, many people had already set their sights on this mountain peak, but in the end, no one dared to act. After all, Blood Sword King was still an Ancient Immortal. Even if he had been defeated by Feng Xingyun, he was still, without question, an Ancient Immortal.
Ancient Immortals were the pinnacle of existence in the Wind Tomb Territory.
Seeing three people of unknown origins suddenly occupy it, the surrounding factions watching all frowned, though most were taking pleasure in Blood Sword King's misfortune.
Blood Sword King's provocation earlier had already drawn the attention of many people in all directions, and most gazes were focused here.
Everyone looked toward Blood Sword King.
Ying looked faintly at Blood Sword King, his eyes revealing a deep indifference—the sort of gaze one used when looking at an ant. Then Ying ignored him, as though Blood Sword King was not worth his attention at all.
"I told you to get lost. Didn't you hear me?"
Blood Sword King was in an irritable mood and paid no attention to Ying's gaze. He had just been defeated by Feng Xingyun and was seething with anger—how could he care about Ying's expression? Moreover, countless experts from all directions were watching. Blood Sword King wanted even more to vent the