Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! More than a hundred streaks of differently colored light joined together like a shining tide, streaking through the skies above the clouds, beyond the reach of ordinary eyes, toward Tianyi City in Gunzhou.
Some of the hundred-odd radiances came from flying swords, while others came from magical treasures of all shapes and forms.
The thirty-odd cultivators at the very front all wore the Daoist robes of Kunlun's Sword Division. Golden threads at their collars and sleeves formed the shapes of small golden swords. This mark showed that they were not only disciples of Kunlun's Sword Division, but high-ranking disciples who had rendered many merits within the Sword Division, their status second only to the Division Head and Division Master.
"Senior Brother Wen Liang, why had Senior Brother Qi Lianliancheng made such a grand display just to deal with a mere heavily wounded old servant from Luofu? Isn't this making a mountain out of a molehill?"
A young man riding sword-light spoke quietly to a square-faced, steady-looking man standing atop two fiery-red flying wheels beside him. The young man stood straight and tall, though the corners of his eyes were somewhat narrow, lending him a heroic air.
This Kunlun Sword Division disciple with narrow eyes and a heroic bearing was named Wei Hua. The sword-light beneath his feet flickered and pulsed, and a thick, oily sheen seemed to flow over the sword. Clearly, his flying sword had already reached the stage of Sword Induction into Body, only one step away from Natal Sword Essence. To encircle and kill Old Zhao Nan this time, Qi Lianliancheng had gathered every high-ranking Sword Division disciple Kunlun currently had stationed in the world. Including Wei Hua and Wen Liang, there were thirty-four of them in all.
Among these thirty-four high-ranking Sword Division