Zhuo Wanzong looked at Xiao Yi coldly.
The surrounding sword cultivators also looked on coldly, but among them were mixed glances of jealousy, resentment, and more.
Xiao Yi narrowed his eyes.
"Little thief, do you dare or not?" Zhuo Wanzong said coldly.
"We sword cultivators of the world have no interest in wasting time with you."
"If you don't nod within ten breaths, don't blame us."
Xiao Yi said nothing.
But within these ten breaths, he was evidently the target of everyone's focus.
He remained silent, and none around him spoke either.
The entire Ten Thousand Sword Stele Forest suddenly became quiet and soundless.
Yet, this silence carried an unusually heavy burden.
So heavy that under this silence, the breathing of all sword cultivators present was easily heard.
In those breaths was passion, was readiness to strike.
Evidently, all sword cultivators would not hesitate to make a move.
The soaring sword intent had already stirred the winds and clouds.
