Every hair on Kuang Dao's body stood on end. An instinctive sense of mortal danger made him reach behind him for the back of his neck without a second thought!
But his hand caught nothing.
Zhou Xuan's figure appeared before him again, trailing ghostly afterimages. He stood in exactly the same spot, as though he had never moved.
Only a barely perceptible wisp of sword intent flashed past Kuang Dao's neck, brushing his skin with the sharpest chill.
Kuang Dao froze where he stood, not daring to move.
He could feel a bead of cold sweat sliding down his temple.
A thin line of blood slowly appeared on his neck, burning with pain.
In that fleeting instant, he had truly felt the breath of death.
Had his opponent wished it, his head would already have parted company with his shoulders.
How could someone in the early stage of spirit transformation possess such swift movement and such concentrated killing intent?
"I am a guest invited by the Alliance Leader."
Zhou Xuan's voice remained calm, yet carried a weight that brooked no argument.
"By attacking me here, are you trying to slap the Alliance Leader in the face, or the entire Purple-Gold Immortal Vein?"
Kuang Dao's face alternated between livid and pale.
He could dismiss Zhou Xuan, but he could not disregard the Alliance Leader's dignity.
"Fine. Fine, you brat!"
He gritted his teeth and forced the words through them.
"Count yourself lucky today! I won't forget this debt!"
With that, he shot Zhou Xuan a vicious glare. Ultimately, he did not dare strike again and turned away, leaving in sullen defeat, his heart seething with frustration and rage.
The disturbance was finally over.
But the way every guest in the courtyard looked at Zhou Xuan had changed.
Contempt, doubt, curiosity... all