"Come and take it, then!"
Xiao Yi pointed to his own head with a face full of scorn.
"..."
All around, silence reigned.
Today was supposed to be the day when the Sword Emperor cast a net wide, waiting for Xiao Yi to waltz into the trap before striking him down with the severity of a thunderclap to demonstrate the supreme majesty of the Sword Dynasty.
But what was the reality?
Xiao Yi held aloft the imperial mausoleum, furiously smashed the imperial palace, and even slaughtered hundreds of experts on the Black Water Platform.
And now he stood before the Sword Emperor himself.
The Sword Emperor's dignity was in shambles.
Would the Sword Emperor make a move in the face of Xiao Yi's provocation?
Thump, thump, thump!
The Sword Emperor clenched his fists, his golden dragon robe whistling, his hair dancing wildly, and the fierce Sword Qi surrounding him.
Just when everyone thought the Sword Emperor would strike,
