Up in the sky, a white-robed man with a sword on his back appeared. His face was fair and not bad-looking. He seemed like an untamable horse, like a sharp sword that would cut anyone who touched it. Just looking at him was painful.

The curious thing was he actually had a bandana covering his forehead.

This person was Jian Wuchen. WIth him standing there, everyone could vaguely see millions of streaks of sword-light slicing the void around him. 

“You are Yue Zifeng? Hmph, come out and face your death. I’ll show the entire world that the Heavenly Sword Gate is just a group of conceited incompetents.” Jian Wuchen looked down at Yue Zifeng disdainfully with a trace of hatred.

Yue Zifeng slowly opened his eyes and stood. “A traitor also dares to say such words. If that senior of the Heavenly Sword Gate hadn’t accepted you back in the day, you’d have long since starved in the streets. You don’t know gratitude, but worse, you betrayed your sect,...