One slash slew an azure flood dragon, cleaved a treasure cauldron, and killed Mo Wuya!

What did he do when an ant dared to talk nonsense and provoke him?

He killed it!

This bloody spectacle shook everyone present. Their eyes widened in response to Mo Wuya’s death, and their expressions changed dramatically.

Even Xia Qingyuan couldn’t help but gasp.

She would have never guessed that Su Yi would attack so directly. This was a Spiritual Manifestation Realm expert of the older generation, yet Su Yi had crushed him as easily as if he were an ant!

“Why aren’t you laughing anymore?” Su Yi swept his gaze across the room, a mocking smile tugging at his lips.

He held the inky black, ethereal Abstruse God Sword. It shone with imposing luster.

The grand hall was in uproar. Everyone, from Xia Linyuan and the imperial family higher-ups to Huan Tianhe and the other emissaries, shot to their feet. Alarm and anger were written all over their faces.

“Fellow Daoist Xia, the boy dared commit murder on Mount Heavenbristle. Why haven’t you intervened yet!?” bellowed Huan Tianhe.

As he spoke, the other emissaries of the ancient faction were instantly on guard. They circulated their cultivation bases, took out their treasures, and readied themselves for battle.

They were preparing...