"Nine Tribulations? Heh heh..." The middle-aged woman suddenly turned toward me, clearly sensing the threat I posed. Her expression was both amused and exasperated. She then glanced at the man beside her and said, "Senior Brother Chen, who would have thought your junior sister would sink so low as to be threatened by a junior? Tell me, what should I do?"
"Junior Sister Mu, don't you think this makes things much more interesting? The journey here was terribly dull. It's not easy to finally find something fun. I really don't understand why Senior Brother Sect Leader sent the three of us Tribulation Transcendents out at once. It's utterly baffling." The man called Senior Brother Chen stroked his beard with a smile, his tone calm. But it was obvious he looked down on me, a Nine-Tribulation True Immortal.
The old man's beard bristled as well, and when he looked at me with his tiger-like eyes, a trace of contempt appeared in them. "Little friend, you're merely a Nine-Tribulation cultivator. Do you really think all Tribulation Transcendent True Immortals in the world are as easy to deal with as you?"
"Withdraw your sword!" I said coldly, my eyes darkening. But Junior Sister Mu had no intention of retracting her treasured sword. She continued pointing it at me, the blade spinning at high speed and emitting a buzzing hum. If that strike landed on me, it would certainly leave a massive hole.
Of course, that would require her to get the chance. Seeing that she had no intention of withdrawing her sword, I sneered. In the next instant, the space before me exploded with a boom, plunging everything into a maelstrom of blood!
The Sword Qi of the Sorrowful Wind Soul-Splitting Sword had no form and no color. Yet the blood wind swirling