Hua Yunfei's voice was not loud, yet it shook space and time, resounding throughout past and present. In his name, he suppressed the past, the present, and the future.
At that moment, he was invincible among Immortal Emperors, able to sweep aside any opponent. He feared no one.
And having witnessed Huang Xuan's gruesome death with his own eyes, having seen Huang Xuan's final wisp of soul weep in remorse, he was both heartbroken and consumed by fury. He no longer cared so much about whether his identity would be exposed.
Even if they really guessed the truth, so what?
Would they dare come here now?
As he saw it, they were far more afraid than anything else. They might as well have written it all over their faces. They had spent all these years searching so desperately—wasn't it because they were terrified?
In truth, the Imperial Court had tested the waters many times. That Emperor Lord, the Imperial Court's core figures, and the others surely knew deep down that the person they were looking for might really still be alive.
They simply couldn't be completely certain yet. Only the final layer of paper remained unpierced.
That last layer had remained intact for so long not only because Kaoshan Sect had deliberately avoided a direct, large-scale conflict, but more because the Imperial Court and its allies still couldn't believe it. They were unwilling to accept the truth.
When he attacked Bing Luoling, Hua Yunfei hadn't minded piercing that last layer of paper at all. He was right here. If they had the guts, they could come. Anyone who wasn't afraid could step forward!
"Did you really kill her just like that? What a pity, such a pity. What a waste."
Watching Bing Luoling get crushed to pieces, Shi Zhàndì clicked