Sword cultivator, where is your sword?

"Jiang Suxin."

Jiang Li raised his head to gaze into the air. Unwilling to admit defeat, he slowly floated upward until he stood level with Jiang Suxin in the void.

Chang Wenyuan hurried after him and stood shoulder to shoulder at his side.

At the same time, Zuo Ziyue gave an order to his two nameless colleagues before following suit and confronting Jiang Suxin.

Jiang Suxin stood alone, without even a lackey on either side for him to order around. With the victory of three against one instantly secured, everyone present cried out in relief.

But soon, these native Zhaoqin cultivators came to their senses. Prince Yan never fought battles he was not certain of winning. This great formation clearly held some hidden mystery.

"Cousin, you really came." Jiang Suxin slowly spoke, in no hurry to begin the final battle.

"I came only to defeat you!"

Jiang Li spoke loudly, trying to rouse the fighting spirit that had never allowed Jiang Suxin to consider himself inferior to anyone.

"Cousin's talent is above this prince's. It is merely that few people in the world know it. You need not keep competing."

"If we don't compete, how can we know which of us is right?"

Jiang Li frowned. It was deeply frustrating to punch cotton. He looked around and asked hesitantly, "Where are the people from the Imperial Observatory? Did you transfer them all away?"

"A group of uninvited guests appeared in the Capital City. Their abilities were passable, but this prince feared they might disturb His Majesty, so I transferred them all to the Capital City. There are barely a dozen people left behind at Tianzi Mountain." Jiang Suxin spoke slowly.

Everyone present believed Prince Yan's own words, except for the nameless people from the Sacred Land and the arrogant 'Tian