Everyone turned toward the source of the voice. Amid the billowing dust, a figure slowly appeared before them.
"Grandpa, he's Chen Changan," Di Yuan hurriedly reminded him.
Chen Changan?
Watching Chen Changan fly out from the Chaos Sword Tomb, Di Wuyan furrowed his brow.
Had this kid really wiped out the entire Chaos Sword Tomb all by himself?
What gave him the right?
How could a mere cultivator of the Formless Realm possess such strength?
His cultivation was clearly so low, so why did he give off such an oppressive aura?
As Chen Changan drew closer, that oppressive feeling only grew stronger!
"This sword already has an owner."
"So stop coveting it."
"I'm in a good mood today, so I won't hold this against you."
"Go back where you came from."
"Now, disperse."
Faced with Chen Changan's overwhelming pressure, many people instinctively turned and left as soon as they heard his words.
Even the people from the three great sword sects chose to leave without hesitation.
They couldn't afford to offend the Emperor Sword Sect, and they couldn't afford to offend Chen Changan either. The best choice now was to leave this place of trouble.
"Kid, who do you think you are?"
"You say disperse, and we disperse?"
"When did this Burial Sword Land ever become the domain of a mere cultivator of the Formless Realm like you?"
"Are you saying you don't take the Emperor Sword Sect seriously?" Di Wuyan said coldly.
"The Emperor Sword Sect?"
"Just livestock. Why should I take you seriously?"
"Would you take livestock seriously?"
"Your strength may be decent, but... livestock is livestock. That won't change." Chen Changan said with a faint smile.
From being food for the Old Beggar to being livestock for Chen Changan, the people of the Emperor Sword Sect couldn't