"Pulling tricks right under my nose? You really don't take me seriously, do you?"
Li Xiaoyao looked at the figure in his hand and snorted coldly.
He was standing right here, with so many powerful experts watching all around, yet someone actually dared to make a move?
And it was even a Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal. Was that not taking everyone present far too lightly?
"Let me go! I've been trapped at the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm for over a million years. Now I have hope of becoming a Golden Immortal—let me go! I have to get this pill, I have to get it!"
"I have to enter the Golden Immortal realm, I have to enter the Golden Immortal realm! Let me go! Let me go!"
The man struggled violently in Li Xiaoyao's grasp, but no matter how he fought, he could not escape Li Xiaoyao's iron grip.
Li Xiaoyao's hand was like an iron claw, gripping him as steadily as a mountain and leaving him unable to move an inch.
"Some things can be touched. Others cannot."
"Trapped at the Primordial Unity Mystic Immortal realm for over a million years—I've never seen such worthless trash as you."
"Since you're trash, staying alive is nothing but a waste of resources."
Li Xiaoyao snorted coldly, then tightened his palm slightly. The fellow in his hand barely even had time to scream before his entire body turned directly into nothingness.
"Everyone, this is the Hidden Sword Pavilion, and these people are honored guests of our Hidden Sword Pavilion."
"If anyone dares to keep their hands unclean, then don't blame the Hidden Sword Pavilion for showing no mercy."
Ning Wu's cold, sharp gaze swept across the crowd. Everyone she looked at unconsciously lowered their heads.
As the publicly acknowledged next Sword Master