Flowing Wave Mountain.
Clang—!
A clear sword chime rang out, like a dragon roaring as it emerged from the sea, instantly drowning out the thunder overhead.
A flash of green light appeared.
It was no ordinary light.
It was a streak of light as solid as a real object.
A sword intent, ceaseless as life itself yet brimming with a destructive aura, shot from Ye Xuan's sleeve.
Chang Qing Sword!
Though its name meant "Evergreen," it carried murderous intent.
It was too fast.
So fast that the final syllable of the one-eyed man's boast had yet to leave his lips.
So fast that the sinister grins on the four lackeys' faces had yet to fade.
Pfft, pfft, pfft, pfft!
Four soft sounds rang out, almost on top of one another.
A thin red line appeared at the necks of the four demonic cult lackeys, who had still been lost in their daydreams.
Their eyes bulged as though they still couldn't understand what had happened.
Then,
blood gushed out like fountains.
The four bodies toppled straight backward, crashing onto the muddy ground and splashing filthy water everywhere.
"You..."
Terror filled the one-eyed man's lone eye.
His throat seemed to have been seized, and a hoarse, bellows-like rasp escaped him.
In that instant, he hadn't even seen how the youth had drawn his sword.
All he'd seen was a blur—and then every one of his men was dead.
What level of cultivation was this?
"Seventh Layer of Jade Purity?"
Ye Xuan stood with his sword lowered. Not a drop of blood had touched his clothes.
He glanced at the trembling one-eyed man, disappointment flashing in his eyes.
Too weak.
Not even a warm-up.
Still...
Ye Xuan turned to look at Zhang Xiaofan, who stood beside him, frozen in shock.
"Xiao Fan."
"Huh?