"What's the matter, boy? You had the guts to say you'd wipe out all the disciples of our seven major sects, yet you can't make good on your threat? Now that I am before you, I'm curious to see how you plan to kill me."
Suddenly, a mysterious voice rang out, seeming to emanate from every corner around them.
Those who heard it were unable to discern its origin.
"Hiding and skulking like rodents. Since you won't show yourself, then I'll just have to drag you out!"
Hearing this mysterious voice, Chu Fengmian didn't show anger but sneered coldly. With a sudden sweep of his hand, it transformed into the War Dragon's Claw, reaching straight towards the direction of the canyon.
Under the might of the War Dragon's Claw, a golden figure suddenly appeared on top of the icy crevasse.
This figure was a man dressed in golden robes, caught by the claw, his face showing a hint of surprise, but that quickly settled into a light and indifferent smirk.