"All right, what is there to cry about? If you don't prove the Dao, what are you cultivating for? The Supreme Sect Master passing away was simply beyond anyone's control." A male immortal immediately sneered back, but the crying immortal still looked deeply aggrieved, as if his heart had been shattered by grief.
"Senior, was the Supreme Sect Master very powerful?" I hurriedly asked Yan Zhen beside me.
"That was many years ago. The sect's disciples have dwindled, and it has long since fallen to less than one-thousandth of its former strength." Yan Zhen spoke indifferently, apparently without any scruples.
"Since Sect Master Yun is such a hero, how could we dare underestimate him? Let my Divine Illusion Manor take this match. Come on." A middle-aged man dressed in flowing cloud robes stepped forward, waved his folding fan, and cupped his hands. "I won't take advantage of Sect Master Yun, either. I won't use a divine weapon."
"Heh heh, with the sect's interests at stake, I, Yun, won't be polite to Sect Master Feng, either. If I win two matches, please don't forget our agreement. Come!" Yun Luojian extended his long sword and instantly leaped high into the air. Diving downward, he hacked toward Feng Shenhuan with a Sword Qi-shaking slash!
Feng Shenhuan smiled, closed his folding fan, and moved both hands like flowing water, dancing swiftly like surging waves. In the next instant, wave after wave of densely packed, razor-sharp sword attacks rushed toward Yun Luojian!
Facing the ferocious attack, Yun Luojian did not retreat in the slightest. Slash after slash thundered from his hand. These diving Sword Qi strikes contained the power of a Dao lineage and were tremendously potent. Although each sword was not fast, every one was terrifyingly solid. Even when Feng Shenhuan's protective shield was