"Lord Supreme Cloud!" Wang Changfeng roared suddenly, "This old, useless man has something to say!"
His voice was deafening, but Yun Yang weaved through the crowd like a whirlwind without the intention to stop.
His bizarre ambush that held no solidity but was invincible to any attack, his unique saber truth, Destiny Blade, complemented by the indestructible Divine Edge, in addition to his extreme speed, caused him to be impregnable in this act of massacre; he was like a dragon freed into the ocean, a tiger that had conquered the mountain; no one could stop him, as he would kill anyone who got in his way.
It was Yun Yang's home court, right now, right here.
After ninety-nine swift slashes and seven Ma-i disciples being minced in a tortuous manner, a voice rang out, "Wang Changfeng, speak if you wish. I am in the midst of killing people but I can still listen. Do not worry, your words won't obstruct my movements!"