Senior, the Times Have Changed

Chu Youwei stepped up beside Lu Feng. With the morning glow behind her, her lovely face appeared all the more radiant and captivating.

Just as Chu Youwei was about to ask about the Nine Long Swords before them, the phantom's expression suddenly changed drastically. It raised its head toward the eastern outer wall, trembling as though it had sensed something terrifying drawing near.

The next instant, the phantom fled back into the sword in fright, hiding beside Ouye Longping's skeletal remains.

As though only there could it find a shred of comfort.

Startled by the phantom's reaction, Lu Feng and the other two all turned toward the eastern outer wall, their faces carrying wary looks.

Though they had no idea what was about to appear.

An inexplicable unease welled up within Lu Feng's heart. Especially after he suddenly could no longer sense any movement beneath Giant Sword Mountain, that unease soared in a straight line.

Before this, the sounds of Han Fengao, Nie Wushuang, and the others fighting at the Sword Stele Forest beneath Giant Sword Mountain, along with the noisy discussions among Soul Masters from numerous factions, had never ceased.

If all those people had left at the same time, that clearly made no sense.

Knowing full well that the three of them had entered the Sword Hilt Area, even if those people could not find a way in, they would surely remain below and wait by the tree stump for a hare, reaping the fisherman's profit without lifting a finger, eager to see what treasures they might bring down from above.

For that reason, it was impossible that everyone had left.

Now that not the slightest sound remained, there was only one explanation: the terrifying pressure about to appear had dealt with every last one of them.

Lu