"Aside from those who enter the Ninth Heaven normally, it isn't easy to squeeze into our Southern Immortal Alliance. You either have to challenge us with your strength or make some special contribution. **Friend isn't here, so I'll venture to say this: aside from the merit of contributing the Saintly Dao Divine Sword, his strength is pretty good too. At the very least, he isn't so poor that he'd rank at the very bottom." Old Chen spoke with an air of fairness.
"Where would a divine sword like the Saintly Dao's Apex rank in your alliance?" I naturally had to ask about the standing of these treasures.
"In our alliance, it would definitely rank among the top ten, without a doubt. However, this sword is new and hasn't been completely refined yet, so its power hasn't reached its peak. It would be hard to rank it properly. What? Why are you asking so carefully? Don't tell me you want to offer up the sword in your hand and join our alliance?" Old Du voiced the possibility he wanted to know about.
Even Old Chen's sudden relaxation earlier had actually been to leave me some leeway, with the intention of winning me over. After all, having withstood the assault of five people without immediately showing signs of defeat, and possessing the Sorrowwind Sword and the Raging Blood Lotus, I was already strong enough to challenge many Tribulation Transcendents.
"Not really. I just wanted to have some confidence when I attack your Southern Immortal Alliance." I gave a sinister smile. Those words instantly seemed to jab five fingers into the five men's spines, making all their hair stand on end. Their attacks exploded at once. Gales, streaming fire, illusions—every kind of attack came rushing at me in an instant, as though they