"What did he just say? Ming Tai was a sword spirit who had taken human form?"
The sword cultivators stared at Ming Tai in disbelief. Lu Yang was the inheritor of the Heaven-Appointed Immortal, and Ming Tai was a sword spirit who had taken human form. No, wait—both of you have such extraordinary identities. Compared to the two of you, are we just too ordinary?
The sword cultivators had originally thought that with the arrival of the Great Age, it was finally their time to make a name for themselves.
Then they realized that when it came to their identities alone, they'd already lost by a landslide.
Having an extraordinary identity wasn't really a problem. Throughout history, plenty of cultivators had trained hard, defeated many enemies with extraordinary identities, and become the subject of a fine tale.
But the problem was, even after training hard, they still couldn't beat Lu Yang and Ming Tai.
What was the point of fighting for supremacy in the Great Age, then?
The higher-ups of Sword Tower looked troubled. They hadn't expected this ancient, nameless sword spirit to see through Ming Tai's identity at a glance. They didn't know whether this was a blessing or a curse.
Yun Mengmeng quietly edged closer to Lu Yang. She sensed that Liu Ningxuan's attitude was a little off; the faint aura he emanated made her deeply uncomfortable.
If Yun Mengmeng had spent some time in the outside world, she would have known that this was called killing intent.
Liu Ningxuan stared at Ming Tai, a cruel, dangerous glint in his eyes as he spoke slowly.
"Being a congenital sword spirit must be nice. You can even take human form, unlike me. I can only stay inside a sword."
Lu Yang's expression changed, and he stepped in front of