"Great Prince, Uncle Wang, Sleeping Bamboo Empress—those three are the Heavenly Sects openly on the move!"
A raised palm bent its index finger, middle finger, and ring finger in succession, then stopped.
A faint voice said, "In truth, there is another Heavenly Sect member moving in secret, concealing their form and hiding their traces. That is the real trump card."
At this point, he let out a breath. "Lord of Broken Brow Mountain, the second greatest swordsman in the world, has actually been invited as well!"
"Tell me, how did a mere Yang Mo, a junior among the Heavenly Sects, provoke such formidable figures?"
Warriors in varied attire sat in a circle around him, their expressions and appearances all different, their auras varying in strength. The weakest were at Late Strong Martial, while the strongest were even Grandmasters.
The speaker was at the Earth Sect realm, and his cultivation was the highest among them all.
His name was Dongfang Da Qian.
Dongfang Da Qian and his companions gave off an ancient bearing, carrying themselves with lofty superiority and indifference toward all living things.
It was as though the entire world were merely their backyard, and every living creature their servant.
They all shared one trait: they had not been born into aristocratic clans, yet their origins were nobler than those of aristocratic clans.
Descendants of Martial Saints!
That was right. Including Dongfang Da Qian, everyone present was a direct blood descendant of a Martial Saint.
Martial Saint blood flowed through their veins, and they cultivated Martial Saint techniques. No wonder they possessed the spirit of treating the world as beneath notice.
They had gathered here to discuss the matter of the Sealed Lord sending people to Putuo Prefecture this time.
"What is there to find strange? If you ask me,