"Even the highest mountains are hard to conquer, and at a forked road, one must know whether to advance or retreat. Fellow Daoist Qinping, please stop here. Whatever the matter is, come with us to Sky City and discuss it there. Slaughtering so indiscriminately truly goes against the rules." The young female immortal reached out to stop Qinping from advancing any farther.
"There are immortals above the clouds, and all pursue the Dao together in Sky City. We are fellow Daoists, so why make things difficult for one another?" The male immortal stood with his hands behind his back, the sword at his waist, and in the wind he looked like a heavenly god.
Qinping chuckled coldly. "Spare me those grand principles. Today, I'll stop only after I've killed to my heart's content and slaughtered every immortal who harmed my grandson. Anyone else who gets in my way shouldn't blame me for being heavy-handed!"
"So there's no room for discussion?" The young female immortal extended two fingers. Vines immediately wrapped around them, forming finger guards that resembled small swords. She was clearly a wood-spirit-root finger cultivator.
The male immortal did not dare be careless either. He slowly drew his long sword, and Sword Qi surged forth like a gushing spring, rapidly spreading through the air. In the blink of an eye, it turned a yellowish orange and engulfed him completely. Rolling yellow sand blotted out the sky and the sun. Without a doubt, he was a earth-spirit-root sword cultivator.
To cultivate to the level of perfected Ascension was already beyond the reach of ordinary geniuses. There were countless immortals in Immortal Continent, but compared with Sky City, they were no more than mortal immortals. Every immortal who could stand at the heights of Sky City was an unrivaled prodigy and