Yin Wuji twisted his neck, producing a series of crisp cracks, his blood-red eyes fixed on Chen Ming. The aura radiating from him grew ever stronger, sweeping up the rubble and dust around him into a visible ring of pressure that spread outward.
"Junior, you have some nerve." Yin Wuji's voice grew resounding, no longer hoarse and low as before. "You stormed my Ten Thousand Monsters Sect alone, killed my disciples, and destroyed my mountain-protecting formation-do you take me for a dead man?"
Chen Ming stood with his hands behind his back, his expression composed. "Weren't you in seclusion? I thought you'd shut yourself away until death, so I dropped by to tidy up your household. Finding you still alive was quite a surprise."
"Dropped. By. To. Tidy. Up?" Yin Wuji's lips twitched, and the bloody light in his eyes blazed. "Good! Very good! I've spent a hundred years in seclusion, and the world has nearly forgotten that the Ten Thousand Monsters Sect still has a man named Yin! Today, I'll use your head to remind everyone-the Ten Thousand Monsters Sect isn't something just anyone can trample!"
Before his words had faded, Yin Wuji vanished from the spot!
The next instant, he appeared above Chen Ming's head, the five fingers of his right hand curled into a claw. Carrying a foul-smelling black wind, he raked viciously at the crown of Chen Ming's skull! The strike was swift and savage, an eerie black radiance flickering at his fingertips. If it landed, even a Nascent Soul Stage cultivator's head would burst like a watermelon!
But Chen Ming was already prepared.
His figure swayed slightly as he turned aside at an extraordinarily subtle angle to dodge. At the same time, he pressed his right index and middle fingers together, firing an intensely condensed