"Yes!"
A shadow flashed, then vanished again, as if it had never appeared.
Yang Lingtian turned around and gazed toward the distant Star Hall. His eyes were filled with endless chill.
"Since you're in such a hurry to die, I'll grant your wish."
At the same time.
Heavenly Sword Sect, the council hall.
Inside the ancient bronze hall, Sword Qi ran rampant, slicing countless fine cracks through the void.
The figures of the Star Hall Master, the Myriad Law Gate Master, and the Netherworld Cult Master appeared inside the hall as projections of divine light.
Upon the seat of honor sat a middle-aged man dressed in white robes, his aura sharp as a divine sword from beyond the heavens.
He was the Sect Master of the Heavenly Sword Sect, Jian Wuya.
An unparalleled sword cultivator who had devoted his entire life to the path of the sword.
"Everyone, how are things?"
Jian Wuya spoke slowly. His voice was not loud, yet it seemed to contain endless sword cries that pierced the eardrums.
The Star Hall Master gave a cold snort. "What else can we do? That Yang Lingtian is a turtle hiding in its shell, while the Chaos Sacred Sect is as impenetrable as an iron barrel."
"It has been two years. Their mountain gate has remained sealed, and our spies can't even get into the outer sect."
"However, according to our intelligence, the Chaos Sacred Sect's strength has probably undergone another qualitative leap compared to two years ago."
The Myriad Law Gate Master said worriedly, "That's right. My Myriad Law Gate used the Heavenly Mystery Art to make deductions."
"The Chaos Sacred Sect's fortune is like the sun at high noon, rising higher and higher. Above their sect, there even faintly appears to be a divine dragon coiled there."