"You ignorant brat. Back at the Battlemoon Platform, you were nothing but a Foundation Establishment cultivator. You spent over a hundred years cowering like a turtle in its shell, and now you think reaching the Golden Core stage makes you invincible? If you've got the guts, come down here. Don't hide on that ship. I can wipe out all the Golden Core experts of your Soaring Heavens Palace, and I can—"
At that moment, Ye Guangxun, the head of the Yellow Wind Sect, flew into the air with a pair of golden shears in hand and shouted at Lu Xiaotian. But before he could finish, a towering sword intent descended from the sky. Countless strands of Sword Qi converged overhead, forming a transparent greatsword several zhang long. Under its tremendous pressure, he could not even speak.
Ye Guangxun's face turned ashen. He was also a Golden Core Late Stage cultivator, but the silver-haired brat's magical power was far too refined and abundant. The transparent greatsword still hung above him, yet the killing intent radiating from its edge had already chilled him to the bone.
Abandoning his taunts, Ye Guangxun's expression grew solemn. The golden shears in his hand swelled a hundredfold, transforming into a giant pair that snapped toward the sky.
Clang! The golden shears faltered in midair, then plunged downward. They couldn't withstand a single strike from the greatsword.
"Yu Min, take charge of these five warships. I'm going down to take a few heads and pay tribute to Palace Master Wei's spirit in heaven!"
Lu Xiaotian darted off the flying warship and strode through the air. It seemed like only a few steps, yet in the blink of an eye he was already several hundred zhang away.
"Arrogant brat, die!" Suddenly, starlight rippled outward beside Lu Xiaotian like