The cabin was as still as calm water, so quiet that even a pin drop might be heard. Although the voices from outside were small, they seemed to speak right beside the ears. If it were other words, no one would mind.
But to insult the Fenglong Needle Skill as soon as they spoke, how could the people from the Kao Shan Sect bear it, especially Elder Rong and Hua Liao who came along.
Elder Rong, insulted by the Fenglong Needle, said coldly, "Who is spouting nonsense, Hua Liao, go cut out his tongue!"
"Courting death!"
Hua Liao immediately shouted angrily, turned his head toward the source of the sound, locked his gaze through the window crack onto the figure outside, and with a raise of his hand, shot a burst of energy towards them.
Yang Zongxian wanted to stop him, but it was too late.
Crack!
