Tyrant Tiger Soul Divine Iron!
Flying Sword Devil Sect.
Inside a dim, lightless palace.
Suddenly, two sword flashes shot out of the darkness, and a powerhouse abruptly opened his eyes.
His eyes radiated sharp sword intent and invincible sword might in the darkness.
"This is... the aura of the Floating Pagoda Sword..."
A faint murmur drifted from the darkness.
The next moment, a beam of light shot out from the darkness, heading straight toward the main hall of the Flying Sword Devil Sect.
Inside the main hall, the current Sect Master of the Flying Sword Devil Sect was sitting cross-legged when he suddenly sensed a sharp sword flash hurtling toward him.
He hurriedly rose and bowed respectfully. "Please give your orders, Ancestor!"
The sword flash hovered before the Sect Master, and an imposing, weathered old man's voice rang out from it. "The sect's supreme treasure, the Floating Pagoda Sword, has appeared in the Devil Realm Eastern Region. Send people to retrieve it. This object is of extraordinary importance to the sect. Remember, you must ensure nothing goes wrong."
As the voice faded, the sword flash vanished.
"This junior accepts the order."
The Sect Master of the Flying Sword Devil Sect bowed respectfully, then raised his head. A trace of shock showed in his eyes. "The Floating Pagoda Sword... Could it actually not have been destroyed?"
A powerhouse as peerless as the Sect Master of the Flying Sword Devil Sect was already an overlord of one region within the Devil Realm.
They had long since grown accustomed to the vicissitudes of time. They had long since become numb to the upheaval of heaven and earth and the devastation of all living things.
In other words, they had already transcended life and death and reached the summit of heaven and earth.
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