Whoosh—
Before Fu Quanliang's voice had died away, a piercing sword cry exploded from the void.
The long sword carried on the back of the man in black instantly unsheathed, his emotionless features now donned with killing intent.
The long sword was lifted by an invisible force, darting across over ten yards in the blink of an eye, piercing through Fu Quanliang's left shoulder, then flicked upward, nailing him to the horizontal beam in front of the house.
The dancers inside the house had never witnessed such a scene and were scared out of their wits, screaming continuously.
"You're at the seventh layer of the Nourishing Power Realm yet spout such grand words,"
the man in black sneered coldly. "You insulted my Immortal Sect, and today I will make sure you regret what you have said!"
"Just don't let me die too quickly,"
Fu Quanliang gritted his teeth, his forehead covered in cold sweat, his gaze shifting around, trying to spot Chu Zheng's figure.
