The Old Man Isn't a Turncoat

Feng Yue's flying sword carried a biting killing intent as it whistled toward Su Fan.

What left everyone incredulous was that Su Fan showed no intention of dodging. He did not even summon a defensive Dao artifact, merely standing there in a daze.

This left the many Northern Dome Immortal Sect disciples watching nearby frantic with worry. They shouted at the tops of their lungs.

"Senior Brother, dodge! Hurry and get out of the way!"

"That's a sword cultivator's flying sword! You absolutely can't take it head-on!"

"Senior Brother, use a defensive Dao artifact! It'll be too late if you don't!"

It wasn't just them—even the hearts of the Northern Dome Immortal Sect's elite disciples had risen to their throats.

Sword cultivators were renowned for their killing power. Their flying swords in particular were indestructible and could pierce anything.

Even Body Cultivators, whose physical bodies were the strongest, wouldn't dare take a sword cultivator's flying sword head-on.

Moreover, Senior Brother Ming Ru and the others were hardly lacking in discernment.

They had all seen that this sword clearly contained a trace of Law Power.

Yet Su Fan was standing completely motionless. He neither cast a Dao art nor activated an immortal talisman, and he hadn't even summoned a single defensive Dao artifact.

What on earth was this guy trying to do?

Could he really be planning to withstand a sword cultivator's flying sword with his physical body? That sword contained Law Power!

This guy was overestimating himself far too much.

Chen Qing was so nervous that she could barely breathe. Her heart had leaped into her throat, and her heartbeat accelerated violently.

She clenched both hands tightly, nervous sweat soaking through her back.

Such a manly Senior Brother—he absolutely mustn't die.

Feng Yue and several fellow sword cultivators saw Su