Lao Tao was speechless. How could this guy be so vicious with his words? His movements were sleazy, sloppy, and downright disgraceful.
Lu Yin pressed his lips together. He suddenly missed Big Sister. Ever since she left, Ce Wangtian had really let himself go—even Lu Yin couldn't stand it.
The mustached man trembled with rage. He had been humiliated like this, and even though the Boundless had an overwhelmingly powerful backer, he couldn't let this go. Otherwise, how could he ever make a place for himself in the Spiritualized Universe?
"Who are you? You've gone too far! If you have the guts, come out and fight me to the death. It'll be you or me!"
Ce Wangtian rolled his eyes and ignored him completely.
The Boundless continued gliding onward.
The mustached man swung his sword. He absolutely couldn't swallow this humiliation, or he'd truly be called Broken Sword of Can Valley.
This man was at the Spirit Ancestor level, second only to the Valley Master in Can Valley. His sword strike made it seem as though there were a gap in the starry sky, one the Boundless had to fill.
Lu Yin looked up. Not bad. That swordsmanship was no joke. No wonder he was called One Sword.
But it was merely decent, just barely enough to catch his eye.
Ce Wangtian casually waved a hand, and the starry sky turned upside down, flinging the mustached man away and snapping his sword in two.
The onlookers were terrified by that move. Their expressions turned grave. That was definitely the level of Sequence Rules; they just didn't know what kind of Sequence Method he cultivated.
The mustached man coughed blood and stared blankly at the broken sword drifting away. He looked toward the Boundless, his face deathly pale.
"Broken Sword of