Staring at Xuan Songx's back, the corners of Ye Wushuang's lips curled into a cold smirk.
In the next instant, he vanished. The Ancient Sword shot through the air, the crisp sound of its passage growing ever clearer to Xuan Songx.
Xuan Songx was still plotting how to kill Ye Wushuang in the Earth Palace when a sudden chill ran down his spine. The specter of death loomed over him.
He whipped his head around, just in time to see a sharp Sword Light magnifying in his pupils!
"Ye Wushuang, what do you think you're doing?"
A terrified roar escaped Xuan Songx's lips, a purely instinctual reaction.
They had already sacrificed Yinn Su to appease Ye Wushuang's wrath. He never imagined Ye Wushuang would still come for his life.
Liuu Yifei and the other disciples of the Celestial Sword Sect also whipped their heads around.
"Ye Wushuang, we let you kill one of ours! What more do you want? Don't push your luck!"
