Chen Zheng and several other cultivators in the ancient city secretly nodded in agreement. This Profound Immortal was far too arrogant. He wasn't just long-winded; the key issue was that he didn't know his place.
"Heh!" The Qingyang Swordmaster sneered and lightly tapped the ancient bell beside him.
BONG!
The resonant sound of the ancient bell rose!
"What is this melody?!"
"It seems to be some kind of strange sonic wave!"
"Ah—"
Cultivators within the ancient city screamed as their bodies exploded on the spot.
The Qingming Sect Master, Chen Zheng, and the disciples of the Qing Ming Sect also screamed in agony as blood seeped from their bodies. They were left utterly drained, as if they had suffered a great trauma.
SWISH!
The Qingyang Swordmaster stowed the ancient magic bell. The giant blue sword on his back vanished in a flash as he stepped forward through the void. He stared at Blood Knife Old Demon and said coldly, "I'm in a good mood today. You may leave."
