A wandering sword cultivator from the Sword Qi Great Wall?
Wei Jingcui was racked with doubt. Hadn't the sword cultivators who survived the Sword Qi Great Wall followed a city into the Fifth Continent?
Cui Gongzhuang, a ninth-realm Martial Cultivator, had made up his mind to stand aside and watch. If he threw even another Half-Punch, he would count it as his own loss—and his own death wish.
His thinking was much simpler than Wei Jingcui's. He was certain of one thing: no sword cultivator under heaven would joke about the Sword Qi Great Wall, especially with the current Sect Master of the Taihui Sword Sect standing beside him.
Northern Juluzhou liked to pick fights with other people's Patriarch Halls at the drop of a hat, but asking to cross swords was no small matter. When two sects tore their faces apart like this, outsiders were better off neither betting nor watching.
A title like Chief Guest Official was not worth staking Cui Gongzhuang's martial future and life on.
If Liu Jinglong had merely sent a sword strike toward the Suo Yun Sect from afar and left, that would have been worlds apart from climbing all the way to Yangyun Peak and declaring who he was.
Chen Ping'an turned to Yang Que and asked with a smile through a private transmission, "How did you know I wasn't to be trifled with? Did you have to find out where I came from before deciding whether to attack?"
Throughout the climb, Chen Ping'an felt he had held back considerably. Yang Que had no reason to think so highly of him.
Yang Que cupped his hands, then replied privately, "I have a sword cultivator friend from home. We met years ago while wandering the martial world. He has never visited the Suo Yun