"Are you crazy?"
At this moment, Guan Yue's voice carried a shock that completely subverted his understanding.
Cao Xin said calmly.
"This is the Tang Sect ancestral precept."
"If you're not satisfied, go settle accounts with Tang San, the founder of my Tang Sect."
Guan Yue fell silent as well.
How was this supposed to make him reply?
Tang San was also one of the first generation of Shrek Seven Monsters.
He was even the Sea God.
How could he question this?
Then, Guan Yue chose to strike directly.
His figure suddenly burst forth amidst the silence.
Crossing Sky Spear like a silver lightning bolt tore through the stagnant air in the study, the spear tip condensing the essence of his lifelong cultivation, carrying a desperate resolve as it pierced straight for Cao Xin's face.
Where the spear wind passed...
The files on the desk were flipped and scattered flying about.
Cao Xin thrust out with a sword, Withering and Flourishing of All Things.
This sword had neither the rotation of the four seasons nor the fluctuations of the seven emotions, possessing only a purer artistic conception that had been chewed over countless times before finally taking shape.
The sword light was like a drop of ink falling into clear water, slowly bleeding outward to the surroundings. Where it passed, the air grew thin, the light dimmed, and even time itself seemed to be stretched out by a lot.
Guan Yue's spear tip stopped abruptly less than a foot away from Cao Xin.
His expression changed drastically.
That face, which had been slightly flushed with anger just a moment before, drained of color in that instant.
His lifespan was draining away.
Guan Yue stared warily at Cao Xin, real fear churning within those eyes, his voice trembling slightly due to