Time slipped by silently.
On the vast Martial Arts Arena, Su Yi stood alone before the Sword Tablet.
Suddenly, a patch of dark clouds appeared in the clear, bright sky, blotting out the morning light as the heavens dimmed and grew overcast.
At the east, south, west, and north of the Martial Arts Arena, figures silently appeared.
Three men and one woman.
Though they looked different, all were Mystic Realm Immortal Kings.
A Dao sword floated before each of them.
As these four Immortal Kings appeared, a sealing force silently emerged, covering the mountainside of the entire Central Main Peak.
At the same time, a group of figures appeared atop the mountain.
The leader wore a plain-colored robe, his tall, lean frame standing erect. Whenever his eyes opened and closed, it seemed as though countless sword lights surged within them.
He was Lei Yunting, the sect leader of the Ten Thousand Swords Immortal Sect.
Behind him stood Immortal Kings of every rank, like stars surrounding the moon.
Whoosh!
The moment they appeared, all their gazes locked onto Su Yi, their expressions varied.
Some were astonished, some amused, some suspicious...
Each was different.
Su Yi stood there with one hand behind his back and a wine jug in the other. His gaze swept over his surroundings, taking everything in, yet his expression remained as calm as ever, without the slightest trace of panic.
Su Yi spoke first. "Do you intend to make a move first, or give me an explanation first?"
His voice was calm, yet it rang clearly between heaven and earth.
His composed demeanor, along with the unconcealed forcefulness in his words, made those Immortal Kings frown.
"Let us talk first."
Lei Yunting spoke with an imposing expression.
Standing atop the mountain and looking down from on high, he