At the sight of that proud, aloof figure in silver-white robes appearing on the horizon, Yan Fei's expression changed instantly.
Boom!!!
A cold, evil aura erupted from Yan Fei, sweeping across heaven and earth.
He stared fixedly at Yu Huatian, his eyes drowned in boundless malice. Together with the strange markings on his body, it made him look hideous and terrifying, like a vicious ghost, striking fear into anyone who saw him.
"You finally came!"
Yan Fei's voice was low and as cold as the depths of winter. Anyone could clearly feel the hatred it held:
"I've waited a long time for this day!"
"The vengeance for my father's murder and the shame of your repeated humiliations-today, we settle them all!"
"You think far too highly of yourself!"
Terrifying, boundless Sword Intent also radiated from Yu Huatian. Gazing at Yan Fei, he slowly descended and said coldly, "If you hadn't provoked me first, why would you have suffered defeat at my hands time and again?"
"Besides, strictly speaking, you were the one who got your father, Mo Yiming, killed!"
"If you hadn't summoned him, with his strength, he could easily have lived another several decades or even a century. Why would he have died?"
"So the person who got your father killed was you, not me!"
Yu Huatian took a step with each statement. Four steps later, he stood opposite Yan Fei. Two terrifying forces of Sword Intent clashed, their towering black and white Sword Qi each enveloping half the sky. The energy they unleashed shook the Sword Realm's heaven and earth, making the void tremble and hum without end!
Yet after hearing Yu Huatian's words, Yan Fei's previously majestic aura began to fluctuate. His face grew increasingly pale, and he even involuntarily retreated a step.
"No!"
"I didn't get