"Impudent!"
"You're merely a guest official, yet you dare show disrespect to the Holy Son?"
The two Peak Heavenly God guards flew into a rage, murderous glints flashing in their eyes.
The Holy Son had lost an arm right under their noses. That was already a colossal dereliction of duty.
If they allowed this man to continue acting arrogantly, then once they returned, they would surely have to endure the unimaginable wrath of the Myriad Divine Sect.
They exchanged a glance, their killing intent chilling.
"Form the array!" one of them shouted.
The other understood at once. Their figures crossed, and the long swords in their hands began to hum.
Sword light flickered and wove together into a net. Faint divine patterns flowed through it, radiating a sharp and menacing aura.
This was the Myriad Divine Sect's combined sword formation. Its might was extraordinary, more than enough to trap and kill cultivators of the same rank.
They believed that even if this man was somewhat strange, under their combined assault, he would certainly find it impossible to escape.
"Fools courting death! You dared injure the Holy Son. Today, I'll make your Divine Soul vanish completely. Die!"
The two figures shot toward Yang Lingtian from the left and right like arrows loosed from a bow, carrying an unparalleled sword force.
Sword Qi crisscrossed, ripping through the air with sharp, shrill howls.
The grass on the ground was crushed into powder under the pressure of that sword force.
Yet in the face of an attack powerful enough to make ordinary Peak Heavenly God cultivators pale, Yang Lingtian still stood with his hands behind his back, his expression as indifferent as before.
It was as though those two lethal sword lights were nothing more than a breeze brushing across his face.
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