"Where is that little bastard? I'll go and chop off his head right now and destroy Da Xia!" said Han Fei, the middle-aged man with a cold voice. The longsword on his back trembled, emitting a buzzing sound.
"This... I don't know..." stammered the Sect Master of the Vault of Sky Sword Sect.
"What use are you!" Han Fei's killing intent erupted, his body bursting with sword energy, directly sending the Sect Master flying with a loud cry, his body covered in countless wounds.
"I'll go and wipe out Da Xia now!" Han Fei said, then turned to leave.
For Han Fei and Zheng Yi, this was truly a humiliating disgrace. The Vault of Sky Sword Sect, being a sacred place that had presided over the Kyushu for tens of thousands of years and not even the mighty Emperor of Xia could subdue them, had almost been overthrown by a young man in his twenties, nearly facing annihilation.