Pang Angong stood atop his flying sword, his face cold and stern. "Xiang Yunqing, move aside. Don't make us use force!"
"So you're ready to tear off the mask, huh!"
Xiang Yunqing's expression turned cold. "Use force? Go ahead and try. I've been itching for a fight lately. I could use someone to test my sword on!"
"Xiang Yunqing, do you really mean to make an enemy of Yuxiao Peak?"
Pang Angong's face was grim, his voice suppressing the fury and murderous intent within.
"Are you the one trying to make an enemy of Xuan Gang Peak?"
Xiang Yunqing held his long sword and bellowed in a low voice. There wasn't a hint of a smile in his eyes. He could already tell that Pang Angong was dangerous, teetering on the brink of losing control. It seemed their last clash had affected him deeply.
"Go after them!"
Pang Angong glanced at the people beside him and gave the order.
"Understood!"
The four Transcendent Realm martial artists sent their flying swords shooting forward, intending to bypass Xiang Yunqing.
"Did I say you could leave?"
Xiang Yunqing's sword stirred with a cold shout. Its ringing cry shivered like the strings of a zither, and a mighty sword aura instantly enveloped heaven and earth. The four Transcendent Realm martial artists felt a potent threat and halted, drawing their flying swords to prepare for battle.
"Attack!"
A cold glint flashed in Pang Angong's eyes. He barked the order and moved in an instant, forming a sword seal with one finger. The flying sword beneath his feet shot forth, a streak of dazzling light hurtling straight at Xiang Yunqing.
Pang Angong had attacked without hesitation, casting aside all reservations about fighting a fellow sect member. He no longer held back his hatred for Xiang Yunqing.