"Uh..."
Chi Lian, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, heard Mu Chen's next words.
His expression froze at once, and his face paled slightly.
"Martial Uncle Xing Jian, this... surely this is inappropriate."
"What is inappropriate about it?"
Chi Lian gritted his teeth and argued, "As a mighty Source Venerable Realm cultivator, how can you... strike a junior?
Besides, if anything happens to me, Martial Uncle, how will you answer to my master?"
At these words, a faint smile actually rose at the corners of Mu Chen's mouth.
"Then when you attacked my disciple, did you remember that you were the island lord of Kaiyang Island, a half-step Source Venerable Realm martial artist?
As for your master, after you die, I will give him an explanation myself."
As his words fell, Mu Chen ignored Chi Lian's rapidly changing expression.
He slowly raised a finger, and a strand of golden Sword Qi appeared.
"I will make only one move. Do as you please."
His tone was cool, as though he were discussing some trivial household matter.
Yet the instant he saw Mu Chen summon that strand of Sword Qi,
Chi Lian's pupils abruptly contracted. An intense sense of danger enveloped him, chilling him from head to toe.
In that instant, he knew this Sword-Walking Venerable truly meant to strike him.
"Damn it!"
Chi Lian gritted his teeth, not daring to say another word.
The blood-colored lotus platform beneath his feet blazed with light, and he turned into a streak of light, fleeing into the distance at tremendous speed.
As he fled, profound runes appeared on the lotus platform.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...!
The runes flashed, and the lotus platform flickered wildly with them, fleeing at tremendous speed as though teleporting.
Almost in the blink of an eye, he had flown