Just as his longsword was halfway slashed out, "pop," that little flame suddenly extinguished, with the last flicker resembling a mocking smile.
Long Wudang's sword paused mid-air. His flushed face turned a bit purplish as if he had been thoroughly mocked once again.
"Pfft!" Seeing Long Wudang's red-faced, stunned expression, Shen Yuhe and a young female priest couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Even Long Wudang's subordinates found his appearance amusing, though they dared not laugh out loud.
"I'll kill you!" Though they didn't laugh out loud, Long Wudang sensed the laughter in their eyes. Filled with rage, he flew forward, slashing towards Han Yan with his sword.
His black robe fluttered loudly, his speed as swift as a streak of black light.
A yellowish qi light burst forth through the sword, forming a massive stone spike that carried immense pressure and a chilling killing intent.
"Watch out!" An Xiaxin, Shen Yuhe, and Sikong Qinglan shouted.
