Theron didn't bother to exchange words with Beifong, accelerating forward. The frozen state of the rain caught the Outer Sect Disciple off guard, but his reactions weren't slow.
He extended his hands and his short sabers unsheathed themselves, slapping into his palms. A chain linked them, rattling beneath the pulse of his Flux Mana.
"You don't want to speak after saying all of that, huh?" A wild grin spread across Beifong's face. "That's fine, I'll do the speaking for you since I've been forced to listen to your nonsense for the last half a month.
"Remember when I take your head today… it was because you pissed off the true number one beneath Silver Mancy, Beifong Lu."
He didn't even mention the Luminescent Moon Sect a single time; he didn't give a damn about them. But his own Dao Heart… it would remain without the slightest speck of dust.
