"Young Master, the first three floors of the Sword Spirit Tower will be filled with attacks, wave after wave. His strength is so low—bringing him along... will only hold you back!"
Unable to hold it in any longer, Clan Head Wen Tao hurriedly spoke up.
"Your young master has already said he'll bring him. Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Zi Chong chuckled and looked at Nie Yun. "Since this young master dared to agree to bring Yong Xian along, he must be absolutely certain of himself. If he's certain, naturally he can't go back on his word. With so many of us watching, wouldn't that make him a laughingstock..."
Slap!
Before he could finish, Zi Chong suddenly felt a burning pain across his face. His body lightened as he was sent flying through the air, crashing headfirst into the ground some distance away. He spat out mouthful after mouthful of blood, his teeth scattering everywhere.
"You..."
Struggling to his feet, Zi Chong finally realized that he had been slapped.
Recalling the speed and force of that slap, waves of terror rose uncontrollably in his heart. He swallowed, wanting to curse a few times, but in the end, he could not utter a single word.
It was not that he did not want to speak, but that he did not dare! The other party was too powerful. He could easily imagine that if the man had truly wanted to kill him, his head would already have fallen to the ground, leaving him a corpse.
"I don't need you to interfere with my decisions, you untrained thing! Say one more word of nonsense, and I won't mind killing you right now!"
Nie Yun stood with his hands behind his back, his tone calm.
He had been the one to strike