The air in the courtyard turned subtly tense. The two senior brothers stared at each other, sword qi sharp and chilling.
Sword cultivators were simply not good with words. Compared to arguing with their tongues, they preferred to let their swords do the talking.
Who was right and who was wrong, who stood on the side of justice and who had strayed—one fight would make it clear.
The two raised their swords against each other, sword qi bursting forth.
Just then, thud, thud—two muffled impacts. Two chicken bones struck the tops of their heads, one for each, perfectly fair.
The pair immediately clutched their heads and squatted down, tears welling in their eyes. Their immortal swords clattered to the ground.
Outside the small courtyard, the Old Daoist spat out a chicken bone, leapt up, and flew toward the Azure Origin Main Peak.
"Good for nothing! Every last one of you has shallow cultivation but a sky-high mouth, always going on about the world, the world. What is the world? Nothing is the world! The roast chicken in your mouth is the world!"
Turtle Boy had taken a master. Words once spoken were water spilled from a cup. Every word Old Daoist Ge spoke was a nail driven in; if he said he would overturn Eternal Life Hall for him, then he would see it through.
How could he let his disciple enter the sect with a knot in his heart?
The Old Daoist did not use Sword Control. Upon reaching the Demon Transformation Realm, one could ride the void and command the wind, flying in one's true form. He sped along like the wind, smashing through clouds and rosy mist. In moments, he reached the skies above Azure Origin Mountain's Main Peak. Gazing down at the solemn Eternal Life Hall,