How dare you!
This is too much!
Xu Wudi stood rooted to the spot, his face ashen as he glared at Jiang Yan, unconcealed fury in his eyes.
As the Sword Child of the Wuliang Sword Sect, Xu Wudi held a lofty position. When had anyone ever dared to humiliate him like this?
He had kept his temper in check and willingly backed down when facing Jiang Yan earlier.
But he had never expected that retreating would bring no good result. Instead, someone had stopped him.
"Why?"
Xu Wudi drew the second cyan sword from his back, his aura rising by the moment.
"Sir, you seem to harbor great hostility toward the Wuliang Sword Sect."
"Can you tell me exactly why?"
By this point, how could Xu Wudi still fail to understand that Jiang Yan bore deep hostility toward them?
Or rather, from the moment the two sides first came into contact, Jiang Yan had already been planning to deal with them.
Still, Xu Wudi had one question: when had the Wuliang Sword Sect ever offended a master like this?
Xu Wudi held a very high position in the Wuliang Sword Sect. He knew the sect's many secrets and was well acquainted with its enemies.
Yet no matter how hard he searched his memory, he couldn't recall anyone named Jiang Yan.
"You want to know why?" Jiang Yan suddenly smiled.
"But... I don't feel like telling you."
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
Suddenly, he raised his hand and pressed down toward the Flame Prison. Boundless force erupted.
The red runes that had been winding across the Flame Prison blazed with dazzling light. They formed dense chains, crisscrossing one another.
The chains spun and contracted wildly, then swept toward the Divine Might Army trapped inside the prison.
"Got some nerve,