"Bold fool! Ding Tao Ming, what in the world is wrong with you? How dare you bring every ill-mannered bastard here?"
The newly appointed Red Sun King, Zhang Chulan, had never gotten along with Ding Tao Ming. He sprang to his feet and roared angrily.
After berating him, he swept out a hand. A green saber drew a fierce gale as it slashed straight toward Xu Yi's head.
The green saber had only shot a few feet when it burst apart in midair. Xu Yi glanced coldly at Zhang Chulan and snorted. "Long time no see. The fly from back then has grown into a stinking maggot. Do you still recognize me?"
Back then, this fellow had been a lackey at the side of Sun King Fu Qingfeng, whom Xu Yi had killed. Now, however, he had cultivated a measure of power.
As he spoke, Xu Yi resumed his original appearance. Zhang Chulan's throat bobbed; he let out a hiccup, his eyes bulging as he wailed in a voice as piercing as if his parents had just died, "Old Demon Yiling! Old Demon Yiling is here!"
"Good! So you really are Old Demon Yiling. You dare come knocking on our door? What guts! Let's see just how much you're worth."
A powerfully built middle-aged man roared. He beckoned with both hands, and true intent surged through the hall, instantly gathering into a sword. Then he bellowed, "Windless..."
Before he could utter the word "sword," a resounding slap struck him across the face and sent him sprawling to the ground. The middle-aged man spewed blood and lay crooked on the floor, unable to get up for a long while.
"This... this is impossible!"
Everyone in the hall turned deathly pale, staring at Xu Yi as if he were a demon.
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