Borrowing a Blade

The moment the three appeared, the four Demon Race guards immediately sent voice transmissions to rebuke them.

They instantly appeared at the entrance to the Sword Prison, blocking the three's path.

It was as if this were Demon Race territory rather than the territory of the Clear Wave Sword Sect.

"Hm?" One of the Elephant Race guards glanced at Liu Ruo, and his expression changed slightly. He then said coldly, "Sect Master Lin, is the Clear Wave Sword Sect planning to go to war with Dragon Soar Mansion?"

Lin Yifeng's expression changed. He took a deep breath and was about to explain when Xu Qing raised a hand to stop him.

He then stepped to the front. "Have your master come out and see me. I have some matters to discuss with him."

Xu Qing's voice was calm yet commanding, leaving no room for doubt.

His gaze was sharp as lightning as it swept across the four Demon Race guards.

Every demon that met his eyes shuddered involuntarily, as if cowed by an invisible force.

It was an overwhelming Killing Intent and fiendish aura.

"Hmph, is your Ancient Immortal Sect planning to meddle in the affairs of Dragon Soar Mansion?"

Though the Elephant Race guard was wary inside, he still forced himself to keep up appearances and responded coldly.

However, Xu Qing did not answer him. He merely turned his gaze toward the center of the Sword Prison deep within the valley.

At that moment, the burly young man sitting cross-legged at the center of the Sword Prison slowly opened his eyes, his skin ash-gray.

An unusual light flickered in his pupils, as though he could see into people's hearts.

He rose to his feet, his height comparable to a small mountain, and an imposing aura radiated from his entire