"Humph, it seems Your Excellency really is a disciple of the Soaring Cloud Sword Palace." The old monk spoke coldly, then once again pressed the golden alms bowl down toward me. I still used the Shrinking Ground Technique to close the distance between myself and the two newly arrived Tribulation Transcendence men.
That golden alms bowl was truly formidable. Every time it pressed down and lifted, the surrounding air was squeezed until it let out a mournful wail. If a person were crushed solidly beneath it, they would probably be turned into a meat pie.
"You're Shen Yufeng's disciple? How come this old man has never seen you before? Tell me, then. What is this old man's name?" The old man was somewhat unconvinced, but when he saw the monk smashing things everywhere with his alms bowl, his expression darkened. "Bald donkey from the Western Sect, you dare run wild on the Soaring Cloud Sword Palace's territory?"
The old monk said nothing and continued chasing after me, but his junior brother charged over furiously with a pestle in hand. "Hehe, Benefactor, please watch your mouth!"
"Bald donkey! You're courting death!" The old man flew into a rage, drew his sword, and immediately sent a slash over. With a buzzing sound, the sword shadow was like a great rift, cleaving down until heaven and earth changed color!
A Sword Immortal at the Tribulation Transcendence stage was no simple matter. Every move and stance contained the power of heaven and earth. Of course, these monks were no mere spectators either. Very soon, that monk's pestle rose to meet the attack. Then, with a sudden thunderous boom, the two sides collided head-on!
The young Tribulation Transcendence cultivator suddenly flew toward me as well, his eyes carrying a trace of sinister malice. "Kid, you