Jiang Ding hovered in the air,
silently observing the two figures hundreds of meters away.
The other party had concealment techniques but was extremely casual, strolling leisurely through the sky, where a sweep of Sword Intent made them clearly visible.
"Brother Zhou, how does it feel to be on the verge of avenging our great enmity?"
With the head of a bird, a sharp beak, keen pupils, and crown-shaped plumage atop his head, King Kong Que laughed, "That junior repeatedly disrespected his superiors, courting death. Killing him will be immensely satisfying."
No matter the broad strokes,
slaying the Sword Boy of Qiyu Sect was the result of domestic deliberations over and over!
Now, with a Golden Pill from his sect personally taking action, there is no worry about future trouble.
