Ao Cang Issues a Challenge

As White Tiger Envoy's words fell, the entire hall first went silent, then suspicion surged in the dark.

A secret delivered right to their door like this was no different from someone handing over a pillow just as they grew drowsy. Even a fool would not believe there was such a fine thing.

"Playing tricks and pretending to be a ghost!" Qiongqi Patriarch folded his arms and gave a scornful laugh. "You want to borrow the Demon Race's blade to kill someone? You've miscalculated."

"Looks like you've been lurking for a long time and heard quite a bit." A cold light flowed in the bottom of Jin Haoyang's eyes. "I think it would be more appropriate to capture you first, then question you."

His Divine Sense had already swept all over the other party's body. He was only at Tribulation Transcendence Peak, merely tainted with a few wisps of immortal-dao charm and pretending to be unfathomable.

With so many giants present, capturing him would be as easy as turning over a hand, would it not?

In an instant, several streams of Demonic Qi erupted like volcanic eruptions, crushing down toward White Tiger Envoy—

However, they had all miscalculated.

That figure remained unmoving as a mountain, while the Immortal Sword behind him merely gave a light tremor.

"Rip!"

The majestic pressure was like it had met a Heavenly Sword, torn straight down the center. Its collapse was clean and decisive, failing even to lift the corner of his robe.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

The figures of several patriarchs shook violently. They staggered and fell back into their seats, their faces alternating between blue and white, cutting utterly sorry figures.

Only Jin Haoyang stood firm and steady, like an ancient cypress rooted into a sheer cliff, letting the winds blow from east, west,