Simp Sword Cultivator

The man tore through the air, wrapped in fierce sword qi, startling the dazed Tang Yu.

After sensing the terrifying cultivation flowing from him, Tang Yu asked in confusion, "Tang Yu? What do you want with our granduncle?"

"Granduncle? You aren't Tang Yu?"

Seeing the flawless confusion on Tang Yu's face, Meng Zihao froze for a moment.

Then he pulled a portrait from his storage ring.

The man in the portrait was Tang Yu.

After confirming that he had found the right person, Meng Zihao fixed Tang Yu with an ashen face and sneered.

"So you really are one of those fiends from the Joyous Union Sect. These little tricks come so naturally to you. Since you're about to die, I'll allow you to leave behind some last words."

Just as he finished speaking, Nangong Ying happened to emerge from the flying ship.

Meng Zihao's cultivation was simply too high.

She had not sensed his arrival at all from inside the flying ship.

When she came out and saw Meng Zihao, Nangong Ying froze briefly before instantly appearing at Tang Yu's side.

Several high-grade defensive treasures appeared in her hands as she stared at Meng Zihao warily. "Senior Meng, the Joyous Union Sect has never held any grudge against you. Why are you troubling my junior brother?"

"I naturally bear no grudge against the Joyous Union Sect, but this brat and I have a blood feud. Today, I will surely cut this thief down with my sword!"

Seeing the several exceptionally fine defensive treasures in Nangong Ying's hands, Meng Zihao remained unconcerned.

As a Nascent Soul Transformation cultivator, he stood an entire major realm above them.

Moreover, as a sword cultivator, his killing power far surpassed that of ordinary Nascent Soul Transformation cultivators. Even with protective treasures, Tang Yu had