Wang Xian merely used Meteor Chasing the Moon taught by his martial uncle. He did not even draw his sword before vanishing from everyone's sight.
Only the old Taoist knew that his precious disciple had learned more than just two moves from his junior sister, Dongfang Nishang.
He had also comprehended two faint yet elusive strands of the power of laws from the Heavenly Book!
A movement technique as ghostly as a clear breeze, coupled with that trace of law power—
How could the elders of the Kunlun Sword Sect possibly anticipate it?
This was the old Taoist's confidence!
Any cultivator below the Divine Transformation realm could come at him!
In the end, they would all become Wang Xian's whetstones!
Today, he would sharpen his blade openly and honorably, before the heroes of the realm!
Every descending sword would take a head!
He would kill until these people were afraid!
This was Cloud-Rising Taoist Temple of Kunlun, not Spirit Mountain, nor Hundred Flowers Valley!
His body was like a shooting star, his feet riding the clear wind.
Carrying a trace of spatial power, Wang Xian vanished before Yang Xu's eyes in an instant.
Everyone's expressions suddenly changed. They stared blankly as Wang Xian disappeared for the second time.
Like a wisp of clear wind, even though a sword had clearly pierced through his chest, the man himself was nowhere to be seen.
A streak of sword light suddenly slashed out from behind Yang Xu!
Sensing the danger at his back, Yang Xu flew frantically off the Life-and-Death Platform like a startled bird...
He had not expected Wang Xian to evade both of his moves in succession.
He was an elder of the Sword Sect, at the mid-stage Nascent Soul realm!
His cultivation was more than an entire major realm above