No Martial Virtue

While Chen Wang was cultivating at Cloud Mountain Academy, a token in his hand suddenly grew hot.

Chen Wang hurriedly took out the token. It was humming, carrying a message from Wen Nanxun:

"Great Yan Heaven has mobilized its entire force to attack the Righteous Alliance. Come support us at once."

Chen Wang frowned slightly. He was briefly stunned upon seeing the message, then activated the token and opened a spatial passage.

This token was both a coordinate and a teleportation formation.

Whatever the Righteous Alliance's intentions, they had come to support him before. Now that Chen Wang had joined the Righteous Alliance, he naturally had to return the favor.

He soon entered the spatial vortex through the passage.

By the time he arrived in Yang Heaven, slaughter was raging everywhere. All manner of magical treasures shone brilliantly, flung about as though they cost nothing.

At the highest point of Yang Heaven, three figures were locked in an unending battle.

Chen Wang swept his gaze over the battlefield and quickly spotted Wen Nanxun.

Wen Nanxun was in terrible condition. Daoist Xuanji and Marquis Wu were attacking him together, and he had suffered grave injuries.

The instant Chen Wang appeared on the battlefield, a flying sword tore through the air toward his throat.

Chen Wang raised a brow, surging his cultivation as he slapped the flying sword away with one palm.

"So it's you, rebel from the lower realm!"

The one controlling the flying sword was a young scholar with exceptionally formidable cultivation. Two flying swords circled him, one long and one short.

The long sword was called Jingzhe, the short one Xiaoman. As the two swords circled him, their edges were peerlessly sharp.

This man was Chu Zhaonan, one of the Nine Saints.

Chen Wang had fought him before. Now