"So you did have another trick up your sleeves. If I don't wipe you all out today, won't I have to swat flies every day?"
Fang Yang snorted coldly.
He knew this was no time for timidity. He had to sweep these people away with thunderous force.
Only then could he intimidate those petty scoundrels.
Just as he rose to fly down the mountain, he seemed to remember something.
He turned and darted toward the Listening Sword Courtyard first.
Last time, when he had given his First Disciple the complete God-Shocking Sword Technique, his First Disciple had given him a few Fated Bond Points.
Now, he had crushed another Ye Qinghong card.
He couldn't let it go to waste.
At the very least, he had to farm a few more points of affection from his First Disciple and resolve the hatred along the way.
Then they wouldn't have to keep guarding against each other, their hearts in their throats, as they had before.
Blood Rain Cult, Listening Sword Courtyard.
Ye Qinghong, his hair tied in a high ponytail and his expression icy, was stir-frying.
Several gray wild rabbits in the corner kept shrinking back, their eyes filled with terror, not knowing which of them would be today's lucky one.
The one to taste that terrifying poison.
The wind sighed bleakly, and bamboo leaves danced.
They lent his bearing such a biting chill.
Like a pool of frigid water, cold enough to pierce the bones.
Nothing external could disturb him.
But a closer look would reveal that this born swordsman, devoted to the sword and in love with the sword!
Was now biting his lip tightly, his eyes filled with struggle and exhaustion.
There was nothing he could do. His Heart Demon had been tormenting him all this time.
He