Ferocious Xia Li

When Wang Qi arrived, he happened to see Yuan clutching her head and weeping bitterly.

When Song Zhongqiao saw him arrive, he sneered viciously and crushed the wristband and the Devil's Great Curse memory storage device in his hand. He shouted, "Xia Li, you actually dared to openly use such a filthy dharma artifact within the sect, and an Outer Dao artifact at that. Let's see what you have left to say now!"

Wang Qi ignored him. Instead, he crouched down and pretended to inspect Yuan's injuries. In truth, he was watching Yuan feign tears and pitifulness with considerable amusement.

But when he rose, everyone felt as though the heavens had changed. Those still present suddenly felt the light dim. Although the illuminating dome remained steadily bright, they all felt darkness gathering before their eyes.

"Xia Li" rose to his feet and stared fixedly at Song Zhongqiao. Song Zhongqiao found this Golden Core disciple's expression rather strange, but the powerful Sword Intent of slaughter pricked at his soul, filling his heart with an immense sense of danger.

"Song Zhongqiao, if you had come directly at me, I might have thought a little more highly of you..." Wang Qi deliberately lowered his voice and said in a flat, uninflected tone, "Trash."

"Hehehe... Hahahaha..." Song Zhongqiao laughed loudly. "Rebellious disciple! You think you're something special, don't you? I'm not afraid to tell you that I was targeting you. That dead master of yours, look what he brought our Sword Palace to... And after you came, how many of our fellow disciples did you injure? What face do you have to call yourself a disciple of the Sword Palace? What face do you have to remain here?"

Wang Qi said nothing, merely continuing to strengthen the false Sword Intent around him. Some of