Unparalleled terror surfaced on Dongfang Hua's face.
The jade pendant at his neck shattered on the spot, and that familiar figure appeared again.
When Holy Son Qianyang and Holy Son Burning Heaven had been killed, this same Old Man Phantom had appeared. They were all the same person.
Li Yang did not know who he was, but judging by what those three had done, the man harbored an extreme hatred of sword cultivators.
"Li Yang, you again! You actually fought your way here. What do you want? This is the inheritance of my Great Sun Vast Heaven Holy Land. Are you truly going to seize our inheritance? I advise you to think very carefully!"
"Think about your mother's fucking cunt!"
Li Yang had unleashed his strongest killing move, and as a sneak attack at that, giving Dongfang Hua no chance to react.
Before the Old Man Phantom had even fully formed, Li Yang's sword had pierced Dongfang Hua's skull.
The Xuanyuan Sword twisted, shredding his head on the spot.
Li Yang immediately turned, tore the disguise mask from his face, and stared coldly at the Sun-Slaying Alliance cultivators besieging the Green Lotus Sword Sect.
"You're really getting into this fight. How about counting me in?"
Li Yang's voice sounded like an asura's whisper.
As he spoke, he took control of the Binding Formation's Formation Flag from Dongfang Hua's hand. With a thought, he altered it so that no one could leave.
Meanwhile-
From the distant horizon, incomparably sharp and vast sword intent was hurtling through the void.
"Damn it, it's Li Yang! How did he get here?!"
"He's only one man... and there are all these sword cultivators. We're finished!"
Someone had been about to say that Li Yang was only one man, and that if they attacked together, they