Yan Wuji, listening to the shouts echoing across the mountain, felt pleased with himself. He hooked the corner of his mouth at Long Fei and said, "Do you hear that? This is destiny. Today, I, Yan Wuji, will definitely kill you."
Long Fei responded with a faint smile, "Cause and effect are indistinct, shrouded in chaos, what is this destiny you speak of? For you, this opportunity will ultimately be as illusory as the moon's reflection on water or flowers in a mirror."
Yan Wuji really disliked the way he spoke, so full of confidence, as if he was an Immortal who looked down upon mortals, like he was a Heavenly God in control of fate itself.
Clenching his fist around his Kirin Sword, he declared, "Good, then today let's see who the real chosen one is."
The oppressive aura of the Core Formation Stage was released in an instant, and his Kirin Sword burst into the air with a trail of fire.