Wolf Gu Sage raised his chin and looked arrogantly at Fang Yun.
A Saint Ancestor's majesty could not be offended!
Wolf Gu Sage wanted to see Fang Yun hesitate, or even panic, but Fang Yun showed neither fear nor hesitation.
From beginning to end, Fang Yun had never even spared Xiaoxing's wolf head a proper glance!
To Fang Yun, the wolf head did indeed carry a Saint Ancestor's aura, but it was minuscule, more symbolic than powerful. He even thought, Has Wolf Gu Sage soaked his brain in seawater for so long that he's gone stupid? He actually used such hollow power to defend himself?
The twelve True Dragon Sacred Swords continued unchanged, slashing straight toward the layers of defensive power before the three sages.
Denied the sight he wanted, Wolf Gu Sage cursed, "You're mad! You're only a Half-Sage. No matter how unusual your Saint-Enfeoffment Phenomenon was, you cannot possibly withstand a Saint Ancestor's loathing! You truly don't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is. You're an utter fool! Defying a Saint Ancestor-you're courting death!"
"Saint Ancestors? I've killed many."
Fang Yun calmly regarded the three Half-Sages, a nostalgic expression surfacing on his face.
When the three sages heard Fang Yun's Sacred Sense transmission, their first impulse was to curse him out. But the sight of his expression made their hearts tremble. That was not the expression of someone boasting, nor of someone feigning composure. Only someone who truly thought nothing of Saint Ancestors could wear such an expression!
What could make a Half-Sage think nothing of Saint Ancestors? Strength, or madness?
Before the three sages could ponder further, the twelve True Dragon Sacred Swords struck.
Boom, boom, boom...
The sacred swords collided with the sacred treasures without any flourish. The instant they met,