Zhang Xian turned his head to look at the middle-aged man, giving a cold smirk. He lifted his hand and sent a slash of Spiritual Energy over.
The audacity of the Broken Sword Sect to abduct Mo Shaoyun's mother – what was killing a man compared to that? There are no rules in war. Did the Broken Sword Sect think they held the moral high ground? Did they really think themselves as an upright and prestigious sect?
"You...you..." The middle-aged man stared at Zhang Xian with bulging eyes as he fell with a face full of frustration.
He had assumed that Zhang Xian would not kill him. But in the end, it seemed he underestimated Zhang Xian's shamelessness. Zhang Xian, who cared little for rules in his battles, killed without hesitation.
"Broken Sword Sect, wait for it."
Zhang Xian smirked coldly once again, then turned and headed towards Lingxiao Island.
