Slaying

"Boom, boom, boom..."

Several figures landed, holding their swords, warily eyeing Xu Yong'an. When they saw his face, they all looked shocked.

"Kid, how is it you?"

"You're still alive?"

The leader was none other than Chen Xiong, the senior disciple of the Windy Cloud Sword Tomb.

Chen Xiong furrowed his brows slightly and asked coldly, "Where's Liu Wudao? Where are they?"

Xu Yong'an smirked mockingly at Chen Xiong and said, "What do you think?"

"How dare you!"

"You little brat, how dare you speak to our senior brother like that!"

A disciple of the Windy Cloud Sword Tomb couldn't hold back and shouted.

"Hmph! Noisy!"

Xu Yong'an snorted coldly, raised his hand, and drew the sword hilt into his palm. With a slight movement of his inner energy, he absorbed all the iron fragments scattered on the ground, fusing them with the hilt, transforming it into a cracked, shattered sword.

A sharp sword aura flashed.