"I came in a hurry and didn't bring anything good. I'll use this man's head as a congratulatory gift instead!"
Yang Chen's calm voice rang out.
Everyone looked in the direction of Yang Chen's outstretched arm, and then saw Yun Muhai standing frozen in the air.
Yun Muhai looked blankly at Yang Chen's arm, then at his own chest, and grew even more bewildered.
The congratulatory gift he meant... couldn't possibly be his own head, could it?
This absurd thought surfaced in Yun Muhai's mind.
His own head, as a congratulatory gift for himself?
Damn it, there was actually something this absurd in the world?
But in an instant, the many experts of Cloudmist Sword Manor came to their senses.
Among them, an elderly Eighth-Stage expert bellowed.
"Impudence!"
"This is the chief senior disciple of Cloudmist Sword Manor! Who are you to speak of him in such a manner?!"
As he spoke, a surging aura swept forth. Countless strands of Sword Qi directly formed vortexes of Sword Qi, accompanied by waves of mist that spread between Heaven and earth.
The surrounding space itself seemed to tremble beneath that incomparably powerful fluctuation, faint rumbles echoing through it.
Then, a sharp gleam burst from within the vortexes of Sword Qi, carrying terrifying power as though it would cleave everything apart.
It shot toward Yang Chen.
The manor lord of Cloudmist Sword Manor also came to his senses, anger appearing on his face.
He immediately struck out with his palm at Yang Chen.
"You're courting death!"
Only at this moment did the manor lord of Cloudmist Sword Manor finally understand why the other party had come.
He had come solely to disgust him.
Either attack could have easily slain a Seventh-Stage Immortal Venerable.
The fierce wind swept out, making Zhang Xiaofan and Su