Bang!
All I heard beside my ear was the sound of two swords clashing. In the next instant, my entire body had been slammed into a nearby pillar, and it took several palace ruins' roof beams being sent flying before I finally came to a stop!
Jimo Ying had vanished from my hand, while my opponent stood with his sword held behind his back, glaring at me with eyes that glittered with divine light.
He was a somewhat thin, middle-aged man. His face looked as though it had been carved by knives and axes, stern with a trace of murderous chill. Even the imposing air he carried as he slightly raised his head to look at me seemed like the kind of expression that could only be cultivated after roaming at the peak for many years.
Jimo Ying and the Immortal of the Jueyin Drum had both used that blow to gain a moment of respite and fled behind the middle-aged man. He was like a towering mountain that stretched across the heavens, capable of blocking every hardship and calamity!
The middle-aged man wore a cyan robe. At the center of his brow was a radiant sword that looked as though it had been carved there, flickering in and out of sight with an extremely profound air. The sword in his hand was covered in black runes, yet it still shone brilliantly against its cyan blade!
"Acting without the slightest regard for karma—do you think our Jimo Household is too easy to bully?" The middle-aged man was also sizing me up from head to toe. Starlight flickered in his eyes; among the Transcended Immortals, there probably weren't many like him.
I knew the middle-aged man was also from the Jimo Household. Perhaps he was even an elder of Jimo Ying's.