As Pi Ying Divine Monarch of the Artifact Sect pondered, a plump old man drifted over.
His face was expressionless, his narrow eyes cold. He merely cupped his hands in greeting to Fellow Daoist Pi Ying, then said no more as he quietly watched the battlefield in the sky.
"Fellow Daoist Shou Gui, why not intervene and suppress that thief?"
Pi Ying Divine Monarch asked curiously, "It seems to me that your sect's Inheritance Disciple is on the verge of defeat. If you do not act, his life may be in danger."
He knew this fellow Daoist's temperament well. He did not care about saving face; using the big to bully the small was nothing out of the ordinary to him. Especially since that wild rogue cultivator had not come from an immortal sect—if he was killed, then he was killed. There was no need to care.
It might merely have some impact on the sword dao reputation of the Lei Yang Heavenly Sword Realm.
But honestly, over the years, because of the Lei Yang Old Acquaintance—a lawless group holding an exceedingly detached position within the Lei Yang Heavenly Sword Realm—the Lei Yang Heavenly Sword Realm's reputation had already become rather poor.
That did not matter. What sect did not have a stretch of dark history?
So long as that invincible powerhouse remained, everything was worry-free. All else was but trifling branches and leaves.
"How could it be so easy..."
"In a sword cultivator's sword duel, so long as they are of the same realm, whatever methods the opponent uses are justified."
The plump old man sighed softly. "Once I intervene, Little Guang Lei's sword dao will be ruined. Even his sword soul will collapse, and he will lose all confidence."
"A sword soul sword cultivator has already become one