"Impudent!"
Nangong Qingqing flew into a rage. Pointing her sword at Wang Xian, she shouted, "You insolent fool, how dare you insult our island master? You're asking for death!"
Wu Ming, an elder of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion, was stunned into silence.
As expected of the God of Slaughter, Wang Xian didn't take the heads of the Four Great Sects seriously at all.
In the next instant, he found himself eagerly anticipating the battle before him. She was only a disciple from the South Sea, but a bamboo twig facing a spirit sword—now that was a rare sight!
"She..."
Wang Xian raised his head to look at the sky. Wind and snow swirled overhead, naturally obscuring the twelve towers of the Kunlun Sword Sect.
He sighed softly and held the bamboo twig horizontally before his chest.
In a solemn voice, he said, "I'll make only one move. If you can take it, you may go up the mountain..."
"Damn you!"
Nangong Qingqing trembled with rage. The man before her had actually ignored her! She was a prodigy of the East Sea Flying Immortal Island!
At that moment, the old man said, "Miss, if you're short on money, this old man can pay for you first. You can repay me when we reach the mountain. How about it?"
Just as they were about to fight, the old man suddenly spoke up.
Perhaps he wanted the East Sea island master to owe him a favor.
After all, Nangong Feiyan's favor wasn't something just anyone could obtain.
"No need!"
Nangong Qingqing shook her head and replied coldly, "I'll make him pay in blood, so he knows what happens when someone offends our East Sea Flying Immortal Island!"
The old man sighed ruefully and looked at Wang Xian with a smile. "You understand better