"Heh." Li Yang felt not the slightest ripple of emotion at the sight. If anything, he wanted to laugh.
"Old wicked dragon, don't you think you're a joke?"
He halted his sword, his eyes brimming with contempt, his voice mocking. "Earlier, you went on and on about how the strong devour the weak on your Demon Savage Continent, how only the fittest survive, and how defeat means death.
"If you could calmly face the fact that you were no match for me and accept being killed by me, I would still have some respect for you.
"But now you've become the very sort of trash you claimed to despise. Don't end up bowing and scraping, begging to acknowledge me as your master when I truly drive you into a corner.
"Remember-I don't take in garbage, especially toxic garbage like you."
Li Yang's words infuriated Yinglong.
When had Yinglong ever suffered such humiliation? The dragon lowered its head with a roar.
"My lord, if this Human Race Sword Cultivator rises to power, he will become a scourge to our Demon Race. Please put an end to him!"
Yinglong pleaded with utter sincerity, willing even to sacrifice itself in exchange for Li Yang's death.
Yet through the thick Black Tortoise Shell, the Ink Qilin statue, radiating a supreme aura, saw the sword immortals watching hungrily outside. Every one of them exuded razor-sharp sword intent that threatened to pierce the nine heavens.
"Old demon, he is the next leader of our Xuanyuan Sword Sect. In the future, he is certain to catch up to Ancestor Xuanyuan. Think carefully before you act recklessly." Ancestor Rising Sun smiled. "Remember, Ancestor Xuanyuan is still alive, and he holds considerable sway in the Upper Realm as well. If you act recklessly, I will burn incense and send