"I, Chai Yan, don't believe your so-called Hidden Sword Technique is that mysterious. If you have the skills, go ahead and kill me."
"If you seek your own death, what can be done?" Yun Mo knew that at this moment, all the guests of Wangchuan Tower had focused their attention on this place. If he couldn't even deal with a mere Chai Yanzong, it would be as hard as climbing to the heavens to escort these people down the mountain safely.
Thinking of this, he no longer hesitated. His right hand pressed on the sword hilt, and this Treasure Sword, which he had nurtured for more than forty years, emitted an exceedingly intense buzzing sound, like a Flood Dragon about to break free from its chains, ready to strike.
At the same time, a fearsome aura rose from him.
Ferocious, hideous, bloodthirsty!
It was as if he had shed his benign disguise, revealing the most terrifying aspect.
