Before anyone could recover, Wang Xian sat quietly at the table, a bow nowhere to be seen in his hands.
He put away the Violet-Gold Gourd and lifted the wine cup from the table.
He smiled faintly at the moon in the sky. "The Moon Palace above, the Twelve Towers below... Heh heh, from this day onward, Kunlun will have no more Twelve Towers!"
As if he found the oil lamp in the guest hall too dim, he took out half a candle, lit it, and set it on the table before him.
Dantai Xiaoxue looked toward the night sky. A bamboo arrow vanished before her eyes, and she couldn't help laughing in exasperation.
She shouted at Donghuang Shuyu, "Senior Sister, this is a lunatic!"
Donghuang Shuyu patted her chest. "Looks like it. He scared me to death!"
Several women burst into laughter together, looking at Wang Xian as though he were an idiot.
Looking at the group of people bristling with hostility, Wang Xian gave a cold shout. "Get out! Don't dirty my eyes!"
Those words were no different from openly challenging them!
Everyone was dumbstruck. A mortal without the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy had first declared that he would destroy the Twelve Towers of Kunlun Mountain with a single arrow.
Then he had challenged them as well. Even a pig wouldn't be able to endure that, right?
Li Mengbai glanced at his women. Without waiting, and before the whirlwind in the courtyard had even stopped, he sent a sword straight at Wang Xian.
"Clang!" A sword cry rang out in an instant.
The sword was too fast. Before anyone had time to react, it came flashing toward Wang Xian, sitting beneath the eaves, like lightning—or a golden snake dancing wildly—without the slightest regard for anything in its