"I have examined these people's memories. So you are Li Yang of Xuanyuan. You sword cultivators are as loathsome as ever. But you're only at the fourth layer of the Golden Core, yet you dare spout such arrogant nonsense before me. How very amusing."
Indeed.
Li Yang was indeed only at the fourth layer of the Golden Core, which seemed insignificant in the Great World of Ten Thousand Immortals, where the cultivation ceiling was Nascent Soul great perfection.
But leaving everything else aside, with the Sword Chief's Token in hand, it all made sense.
With the token, he could command every Sword Envoy, even those outside the Great World of Ten Thousand Immortals.
Li Yang understood this perfectly. From the beginning, he had sought to unite every force he could. Beyond completing his mission, he intended to see the eradication of demons and defense of the righteous path through to the end in the Great World of Ten Thousand Immortals.
"You're pretty amusing yourself," Li Yang retorted. "Calling sword cultivators loathsome? I imagine you ended up like this because a sword cultivator cut down your true body, leaving you to drag out your miserable existence here. You're lucky I'm still young. If we were the same age, I'd slash your soul into oblivion for daring to so much as glance at me."
"Arrogant brat!"
But Li Yang ignored him.
The final delicacy naturally had to be saved for last.
"You demonic whelps, I, Li Yang, am no bloodthirsty thug."
At those words, every demonic cultivator present scoffed inwardly.
You, Li Yang, aren't a bloodthirsty thug?
Then who slaughtered hundreds of thousands of Nine Nether Dynasty cultivators in the Ancient Immortal Secret Realm?
And who left second place on the Slaughter Ranking trailing behind by a sheer cliff's worth of distance?