Before the Sword Tower, a group of sword-wielding Heavenly Prides gazed up at the tall structure.
The closer they came, the more they could sense the profundity of the Daoist Rhyme contained within the Sword Tower. It was an existence beyond their understanding.
The members of the Linghu Family, however, were in no mood to pay attention to such profundity. They could not comprehend it anyway. Instead, the remarks of those around them reached their ears, making their expressions exceedingly ugly.
The Heavenly Prides accompanying them also watched them with amused looks.
Clearly, the fact that the Linghu Family had one fewer spot this time had brought something to mind for all of them, and they were gloating over the family's misfortune.
"Chu Kuangren!"
Young Emperor Linghu, Linghu Teng, stared at Chu Kuangren with resentment in his eyes. In his view, this was all Chu Kuangren's doing.
Not only that, but Chu Kuangren had also destroyed a clone he had refined, making his hatred for Chu Kuangren reach its limit.
Chu Kuangren also noticed Linghu Teng's hatred toward him. The corners of his lips lifted slightly. "Oh, aren't you the one I blasted apart?"
At his words, everyone cast curious looks their way.
"It seems Linghu Teng has a grudge against Chu Kuangren."
"Could it have something to do with the Linghu Family having one fewer spot this time?"
"Who knows?"
After hearing Chu Kuangren's words, Linghu Teng said coldly, "That was only a clone of mine. Does killing just one of my clones really make you this pleased with yourself, Chu Kuangren?"
"If your clone was that weak, how strong could your real body possibly be?"
"Want to find out?"
"If you don't want to challenge the Sword Tower, I wouldn't mind blasting you apart here again," Chu Kuangren