"Scram!"
A bellow of "scram" echoed across thousands of miles.
The grand sound waves carried nothing but the word "scram! scram! scram..." reverberating endlessly.
Elder Long Quan was actually forced back three steps by the sheer force of the shout.
Realizing his own cowardly retreat, Long Quan's face immediately flushed with anger.
Could it be that today, he would allow a murder right before his eyes?
If word of this were to spread, where would his dignity lie?
It was at this moment.
An ice-cold voice, as if coming from the depths of Nine You, pierced through.
"The one who should scram, is you!"
Accompanied by this was a piercing, brilliant sword light.
Qin Tairan abruptly turned around, his long sword harshly slashing downward.
Dang!
The chilling sword light instantly dispersed, transforming into countless intentions of ice-cold, engulfing the surrounding area.
In just an instant, frost covered Qin Tairan's hair, eyelashes, and beard.
"Ha!"