Self-Sacrificing Sword Strike

Zhou Yun did not even turn his head as he flew towards another mountain peak on his flying sword.

Not long after Zhou Yun left, the chair from earlier slowly emerged from the forest. Most of the face on it had fallen off, leaving only a pool of blood and two eyes.

The chair stared at the place where Zhou Yun had left with its bloodshot eyes and sighed deeply.

"I didn't think that I would be able to deal with the sect leader's soul light. This little friend is really dangerous, very dangerous. I really don't know what the sect leader is thinking, to actually dare to scheme against such a little friend. If it were me, I would definitely stay away from him." The chair shook its legs, and then its last two eyeballs fell out.