"Fuck! Damn it! Bai Qianyu, just you wait! Once Ancestor Yunchuan slays your Supreme, it'll be time for my Lingxiao Holy Land to take revenge!"
A thousand miles from the Xuantian Holy Land, the Holy Lord of Lingxiao Holy Land concealed every trace of his aura and gazed up at the sky with a dark expression.
The moment he saw that sky-swallowing Sword Qi, he knew that all the Lingxiao Holy Land disciples he had brought to the Xuantian Holy Land had perished.
Although furious, he was not in despair.
Those ordinary disciples of the Lingxiao Holy Land were dead, and that was that.
As long as the Yunchuan Supreme in the sky won, destroying the Xuantian Holy Land would take no more than a wave of his hand. Then they could make the Xuantian Holy Land repay them a hundredfold, ten thousandfold!
"Come to think of it, this is all that damned beast's fault! If that beast hadn't suddenly appeared and eaten all our Lingxiao Holy Land's Saint Kings, we would never have lost! Damn it! If that beast falls into my hands, I'll skin him and grind his bones to dust!"
The Holy Lord of Lingxiao Holy Land cursed bitterly as he healed his injuries.
But just as his words fell, every hair on his body suddenly stood on end in terror!
An overwhelming sense of danger made him spring to his feet. He warily fixed his eyes on the youth who had suddenly appeared several dozen yards away.
The youth looked only seventeen or eighteen, handsome and dashing, as dazzling as a radiant pearl. Yet a faint, cynical sneer hung at the corner of his mouth.
When he saw that his opponent was merely a youth, most of the wariness in the Holy Lord of Lingxiao Holy