A Grave Threat

The Martial Immortal revealed a look of surprise and gazed toward the Heavenly Prison Grotto-Heaven from afar. Immortal Swords chimed around him, circling and dancing through the air.

These Immortal Swords all shared the same characteristic: from the tip to the middle of the blade, they were sharpened and incomparably keen, carrying the colors of different Great Daos. From the middle to the hilt, however, they were thick and rounded like golden rods, only becoming intricately crafted again at the grip.

The Coffin Nails used to suppress the foreigner atop the golden coffin had precisely these characteristics!

Ordinary immortals would already be considered remarkable if they obtained a single Immortal Sword, yet the Martial Immortal had acquired sixteen!

When Su Yun had drawn his sword and pointed it at the heavens, summoning the Immortal Swords, all nearby swords of the same origin had responded. The Martial Immortal's sixteen Immortal Swords had also stirred restlessly and nearly flown away, only to be forcibly suppressed by him.

"What audacity, trying to seize my Immortal Swords! I went through great trouble to obtain these swords. How could I let them be taken from me?"

The Martial Immortal sneered and put away his Immortal Swords. He said to the immortal official proclaiming Di Feng's Imperial Mandate, "I have received His Majesty's order. Eliminating Wen Qiao is nothing difficult for me. There is no need for the Heavenly Prison Lord to come and steal my credit."

Proud of his talents, he was quite dissatisfied that he had to join forces with the Heavenly Prison Lord to go to the Thunder Pool and kill Wen Qiao.

The Martial Immortal had every right to be proud of his talents. Though he was only conferred the title of Immortal Lord, his cultivation had already reached the sixth level