"Senior, are you planning to challenge me one-on-one?" I smiled as I watched him summon his treasured sword, secretly admiring him a little. There were still eight Tribulation Transcenders around us, yet none of them seemed inclined to attack. Clearly, the old man intended to fight me alone. It seemed there were still some men in the Southern Immortal Alliance who had guts bold enough to reach the heavens. After all, Old Du and Old Chen had both ganged up on me. I truly hadn't expected much integrity from the Southern Immortal Alliance.
"My name is Zhou Jianyin, and I am the chief disciplinarian of the Southern Immortal Alliance. Do you dare fight me?" The old man's imposing aura shuddered violently, and his surging pressure seemed to overturn the heavens. The remaining eight Tribulation Transcenders immediately drifted aside, but they still formed a circle around us. It seemed I wouldn't be able to avoid fighting even if I didn't want to.
"I originally intended to respect your age and declining strength, so I didn't plan to make you suffer broken bones and torn muscles. But since you're bullying a junior, I can't just stand by and let you do it, can I?" I smiled and drew out Grief Wind Shattergod as well. But soon, I looked at the scarlet longsword in the old man's hand and said, "Old Zhou, that's a fine sword. What do you think of mine?"
"Heh heh... This old man's sword is called Blood Turtledove. It can transform into a turtledove and fly. It is a divine sword of deadly poison, sealing the throat at the sight of blood. Although it cannot compare to the Grief Wind Shattergod in your hand, one of the nine great True Immortal sword embryos, it is not far behind. So