A furious shout, carrying boundless killing intent, crashed down over them.
In an instant, wind and sand swept across the field, and streaks of sword scars were carved into the ground.
"This presence..."
Everyone's hair stood on end as they turned to look.
They saw an unfamiliar man streaking toward them through the sky.
The figure was far too unfamiliar.
Whether they were trial-takers from the Central Region or the Eastern Region, almost none recognized his face.
Yet the overwhelming aura blanketing the heavens proclaimed that his cultivation was anything but ordinary.
"A Sword Path Throne?"
Jiang Xian suddenly looked over, his face turning pale with shock.
With just one glance, he recognized the newcomer as the person he had carelessly provoked that day—the one they had only barely driven back after losing most of their team.
Duo'er was the same.
She found the man familiar as well. He was the man who had confronted her from afar with his aura that day. They had never fought, yet he had left her with a feeling of utter powerlessness.
"Who the hell is this guy?" Tang Zheng stared at the newcomer in bewilderment.
He did not recognize him at all.
But this man called that Sword Sect girl his junior sister. Did that mean they came from the same school? Were they both sword cultivators?
The senior brother was a Sword Path Throne.
The junior sister was from the Sword Sect.
Where had they come from? They had to be disciples of the same great sect, right?
"Burial Sword Tomb, Gu Qing'san!" Jiang Xian said firmly.
The moment those words came out, everyone was dumbfounded.
Hadn't they said the three Pathwalkers of the Burial Sword Tomb were all men? Why was there a junior sister here?
Or had the rumors been