The Sword Venerable's Gaze

Sometimes, life was just like this;

Many things were not about whether you wanted to do them, but whether you could.

Just as Daoist Wang's identity was exposed, Venerable Zhihui in the distance immediately reacted. Golden Immortal might erupted from her as she raised a hand and pointed at Wang Jixuan.

"He's suspicious! Take him down!"

The two Dark Cult Heavenly Immortals swooping up from below accelerated, already bursting forth with their full strength;

The nine Dark Cult Heavenly Immortals above the Cloud Ladder reacted half a beat too slowly. Just as they solemnly prepared to intercept him, Wang Jixuan flashed past them and charged straight toward the twenty-fourth level!

The Cloud Ladder carried its own sword-force pressure. Skipping levels directly meant enduring several times the pressure of climbing normally.

Wang Jixuan was not charging forward blindly; he had calculated everything beforehand.

His upward speed suddenly slowed, like a fish swimming against the current leaping over the Dragon Gate.

The figures pursuing him from below also slowed continuously as they rushed upward.

In fact, when the two Heavenly Immortals sent by Venerable Zhihui reached the twenty-second level, the sword force disrupted the flow of immortal power within their bodies, and they plummeted straight downward.

Yet Wang Jixuan's Strange Soul Puppet barely resisted the sword-force pressure with a wisp of sword intent protecting it, standing steadily at the edge of the twenty-fourth level.

That single stop immediately drew gazes from all directions.

A minor disturbance suddenly broke out;

He had leaped directly from the fifth level to the twenty-fourth;

Most factions were rather astonished. Quite a few experts glanced over, thinking that the Dark Cult had produced some extraordinary young talent.

A faint layer of demonic energy enveloped Wang Jixuan.

Hesitation only invited chaos!

Wang Jixuan glanced at the burly men