Ling Xiao walked up slowly, step by step. He then moved beyond the protective range of the array and stood opposite Ouyang Yu, looking at him with a placid expression. "You've said a lot of nasty things, and you've even threatened me?"
"So what if I did?"
Ouyang Yu looked at Ling Xiao with disdain. 'So what if you have seven Sword Venerables here? If I want to crush you, all it takes is the lift of a finger!'
"Heh, as for your Guardians' orders... to me, they're bullshit."
As he spoke, Ling Xiao sighed softly. "I kindly agreed to Elder Sikong's request out of respect for the Guardians' righteous cause. I never imagined someone like you would be among you. Just go. My promise to Sikong Yang is now void! Whether the Demon Race attacks or not has nothing to do with me!"
"You... Ling Xiao! Are you courting death?" Ouyang Yu laughed in fury. "In all these years, you're the first person to dare provoke the Guardians. Ling Xiao, you've got some serious nerve!"
"Bullshit!"
