These words were the epitome of arrogance, instantly inciting the wrath of all disciples of the Sky Sword Sect, soon followed by shouts and drawing of swords, ready to battle Fang Yi, their emotions reaching a breaking point.
As for Fang Yi, he watched the scene unfold with a cold laugh; if he dared to speak such words, he was surely capable of backing them up.
But Fang Yi's ultimate target was still Zhou Hao, and Zhou Hao was also looking at Fang Yi.
"You've angered me," Zhou Hao said indifferently.
"If you want to fight, let's get on with it; I'm in a hurry," Fang Yi said proudly.
Zhou Hao's eyes suddenly blazed with a sharpness like swords as he shouted, "Bring me my sword!"
As soon as his words fell, a man quickly ran out with a sword; it was Wang Yuan.
Zhou Hao took the sword sheath and swiftly drew the sword from within.
This was not an iron sword, but a golden one, its body curved and uneven, resembling a long snake.