"How ludicrous! Absolutely ludicrous!"
Chen Yi paid no heed to them, facing the attack of the group of Daoists, he even felt a sense of disinterest.
"The funnier thing is, you all are fighting so desperately, yet Lou Yuchun, the Sect Master, is hiding away!"
"Inheritor of Wuliang Mountain?"
"Nothing more than a bunch of maggots crawling and wriggling on top of the so-called 'Number One Taoist', it's laughable to death!"
As soon as these words fell.
Chen Yi no longer looked towards the depths of the main peak, with a light tap of his toes, he ghostly appeared in front of Cheng Yunshan and the others.
In the next moment, a silver light burst forth.
A vortex-shaped swirl, composed of the Slaughter Sword Intent, like silver-white ribbons wrapped around the assailant's body, instantly freezing their exploding forms.
And above these ribbons, the figure of Chen Yi was indistinct, his posture dancing with the circulation of the Sword Intent.
