As he spoke, the light in Lord Ming's eyes turned cruel, the same cruelty that reflected the scene of a helpless figure lying dead beneath swords and blades in the heavens.
"Hahahahaha!"
Min Yuehan gripped the blade, savoring Yang Ri's despair, but Yang Ri suddenly erupted into laughter.
If Yang Chuan laughed, everyone would be confounded.
The Horse Guard was baffled, the Mountain Immortals were perplexed.
What was happening here?
Could it be that Yang Chuan had gone mad?
Even Ming Yuehan frowned slightly. Laugh? At what?
"Why are you laughing?"
Yang Chuan exhaled, slowly ceased his smile, and stopped speaking. He said nothing, only kept his eyes fixed on the Absolute Sword in Lord Ming's hand.
What could be said of this moment?
It was like being summoned back by the Tao of Qian Dao. And there he was, with a lamp shining bright in return!
