In the posthouse, it was as if countless thin and sharp blades were slicing through the air, filling the entire hall with a cold and sharp qi mechanism.
Apart from Gongsun Jing and the four elders of Immortal Pavilion, the ordinary disciples could no longer stand firm. Their faces turned pale, their pupils dilated unconsciously, and the light in their eyes had already dimmed.
The Great Elder of Immortal Pavilion, Qu Kang'an, had an increasingly icy look in his shallow-colored eyes.
No words were necessary.
That soaring, exceptionally fierce aura was the best response from the other side.
The old man's mouth twitched slightly, but then he calmed down, forming a cold curve, and chuckled lowly a few times, saying,
"Quite bold."
"Actually planning to rise to power by stepping on the face of Immortal Pavilion, truly arrogant, living up to the name Blade Madman in Jianghu."
"We, naturally, cannot let him return disappointed..."
