First Immortal of the Sword

Huan Shaoyou keenly detected the crowd’s strange expressions.

However, this only made him calmer. He kept his surging murderous intent and hatred tightly under control.

He straightened his back, then looked at Su Yi with a faint smile. “Su Yi, are you happy now?”

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When they saw the smile on his handsome face, the onlookers felt a chill in their hearts. 

Su Yi walked up, stretched out his hand, and brushed the dust off Huan Shaoyou’s shoulders. “And here I thought you wouldn’t dare show up today. So, you’re here after all. That makes me very happy.”

As he spoke, he smiled too. “When we get to Sumeru Immortal Island, I’ll be sure to take very good care of you.”

Huan Shaoyou’s pupils constricted. “Then I’ll be looking forward to it.”

Su Yi said seriously, “Rest assured. I never let anyone down.”

As the onlookers listened to their conversation, their hearts quivered. Who could miss that their calm, ordinary exchange was chock-full of endless murderous intent?

“Huan Shaoyou, your enemy is right in front of you. Why aren’t you killing him?”

As this voice rang out, a long-haired young man appeared out of nowhere, like a ghost or spirit. His robes were dark as ink, and he carried a sword on his back. His eyes shone as bright as stars, his eyebrows were thick, his skin was coppery, and his figure was lean and well-proportioned. His every movement had a forceful, unrestrained air about it. 

“Yan Jingyun! What are you doing here?” Someone couldn’t help but cry out.

Yan Jingyun!

When they heard this name, every monster of the ancient era present reacted visibly.