The First Deputy Sect Master stared at Huang Xiao, his aura growing stronger and stronger. Its tremendous force put Huang Xiao under immense pressure.
Yet Huang Xiao refused to show weakness and stared right back at him.
After a long while, the First Deputy Sect Master suddenly burst into laughter. "Excellent. Let me see just how much power you have attained in the Heavenly Demon Skill."
In truth, whether Li Wujing lived or died made no difference to him. He was merely a disciple of the Taixuan Sect. A matter such as defecting from the Taixuan Sect hardly required the attention of a deputy sect master.
Of course, he did care that Li Wujing had passed the Taixuan Sword on to an outsider. No matter what, it was part of the Taixuan Sect's legacy. How could it be taught to outsiders?
It was just that, to the Taixuan Sect, the Taixuan Sword was rather like chicken ribs: little meat to eat, yet a pity to discard. This cultivation method had indeed once enjoyed great renown, but it was now incomplete, its power utterly unable to compare with most of the sect's cultivation methods.
Thus, so long as it was not a cultivation method such as the Taixuan Mystical Art, he could let the matter pass for now.
Seeing that their First Deputy Sect Master was about to act, the remaining Taixuan Sect experts closed in on Hong Yi and the others, intending to seize the four of them while they had the chance.
When Huang Xiao saw them move, he flashed forward, appearing before the man in the lead and sending him flying with a single punch. That blow took half his life, leaving him sprawled on the ground, wailing and unable to get up.
The First Deputy Sect Master