Elder Wu Ming of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion in Snow City was suddenly startled. He had climbed the mountain without encountering an elder of the Kunlun Sword Sect, only to run into the legendary God of Slaughter first.
For a moment, he was afraid he might lose his temper and insult the man before him, provoking the Demon King into a fight.
With his level of cultivation, he certainly couldn't beat Wang Xian.
But he couldn't just watch himself get slapped to death by the Demon King, either. Was he supposed to imitate the cultivators of the world and apologize to this fellow?
Just as he stood there, uneasy, he seemed to catch a glimpse of the force behind Wang Xian's casual sword strike.
Sword Qi shot skyward right before his eyes, cutting through the freezing air and slicing down an old tree hundreds of yards away. Just that display of power left him speechless.
But when he thought of the tales told throughout the world, it all made sense.
Even a blind man could see what was happening before them.
This fellow was likely plotting to shake the most powerful sects in the world all by himself.
But one thing eluded him: why would the leaders of the Four Great Sects stoop to get involved in this mess?
Why would they even go so far as to clash head-on with Wang Xian at the Kunlun Sword Sect?
If that was truly the case, Wang Xian might well become the public enemy of every cultivator in this world.
At the thought, the old man sat there holding a cup of spirit tea, stunned.
He muttered to himself, "How can you possibly be Wang Xian?"
Wang Xian heard him and smiled faintly, adding two pieces of charcoal to the brazier.
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