Three thousand years of cultivation?
Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor was bluffed. His eyes bulged as he gritted his teeth and demanded, "Who exactly are you? And what is your purpose?!"
That palm strike just now had failed to injure Yi Xiaofeng, filling him with apprehension toward Yi Xiaofeng.
Yi Xiaofeng did not dare attack rashly either, afraid of exposing himself.
"Hmph. I was merely passing through Zhuo Ye Fortress and could not stand by while you slaughtered innocent lives." Yi Xiaofeng snorted coldly and walked toward Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor with his sword in hand.
He had to maintain his imposing manner!
If he failed to keep it up now, he would be dead for sure!
Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor's gaze flickered as he fell into an intense internal struggle.
Yi Xiaofeng pressed forward step by step, utterly tense inside.
Why wasn't he backing down yet?
Could this bastard really not have been frightened at all?
The viewers grew nervous as well.
Although they knew Yi Xiaofeng was bluffing, he had indeed withstood Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor's attack just now, proving that he truly had the strength to resist him.
Just as Yi Xiaofeng came within thirty feet of Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor, a piercing sound cut through the air.
Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor instinctively bent backward as a treasured sword flew past his face.
He glanced sideways and saw Bai Hongxiao rushing over, already close to the sword's hilt.
Bai Hongxiao spun around and raised the index and middle fingers of his right hand. Using his fingers as a sword, he slashed out. Sword qi crisscrossed and swept fiercely toward Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor.
Slaughter Heart Old Ancestor used demonic qi to block it, but he was still blasted backward. The ruins along his path exploded, while howling winds