"How dare you!"
Two elders of the Iron Sword Sect actually said they would flatten Lingsu Mountain. Although Su Wan was a junior in front of these two, as a member of Jingci Temple, no matter how low her status, she would never allow anyone to speak so arrogantly here!
Xuan Ming laughed heartily, "What dare I not? Unless you hand over Song Shijie today, I will flatten Lingsu Mountain!"
Su Wan flicked the horsetail whisk in her hand, and the strands of the whisk straightened one by one, like steel wires.
"Little girl, are you planning to fight me?" Xuan Ming sneered, "I don't bully youngsters, if you really want to fight me, just gather a few more people to join you, lest others say I'm bullying juniors."
"No need!"
Su Wan flicked the horsetail whisk in her hand, countless cold gleams shot towards Xuan Ming. Xuan Ming pushed out with both palms, raising a gust of wind. The gust met the cold gleams and instantly all disappeared without a trace.
