Silently, Wang Xian drew the Azure Edge Sword.
His hand stroked the scabbard as he muttered, "Perfect. We both want each other dead. I'm standing here waiting for you to kill me—aren't you happy?"
Wang Ruofei replied coldly, "I waited this long precisely to kill you."
With that, he stepped onto the Life-and-Death Platform.
For a moment, the mountain wind howled, and his gray robes fluttered.
To everyone watching, Phoenix Academy was just like the Kunlun Sword Sect.
No, it was even more ruthless than the Sword Sect, having sent an elder with even greater cultivation.
They clearly wanted Wang Xian's head.
The cultivators and prodigies who had bet on Wang Xian's defeat finally breathed a sigh of relief.
That was right. All Four Great Sects wanted Wang Xian's head. They all wanted to offer Hundred Flowers Valley and Spirit Mountain a token of allegiance in exchange for the right to embark upon the Heavenly Road.
If they did not employ thunderous measures, how could they subdue this little Daoist before them?
Wang Xian's expression turned slightly cold. "When I was at the Sword Sect, I said the academy had no shame. So I will cut off your head and dispel my nightmare!"
Cut off your head and dispel my nightmare!
Several thousand people heard those words. Gradually, they came to understand that the academy had likely done some terrible things.
Otherwise, how could it have become Wang Xian's nightmare?
Once he stepped onto the Life-and-Death Platform, Wang Ruofei let out a breath.
His hand tightly gripped a sword. His hand was pale, while its scabbard was pitch-black.
White and black were both colors of death in the eyes of the world.
Unless there were special circumstances, no one was willing to paint a sword scabbard in either of those