Enemies, Not Friends

"Who... are you?!"

The sudden appearance of a figure changed the expressions of every cultivator inside the room, yet the movements of their hands did not pause in the slightest.

Though they did not know the other party's real identity, anyone who appeared in such a sensitive moment and such a crucial place without being one of their own had to die!

"Kill!"

Behind him, Gu Wushuang's eyes instantly turned pale. All Seven Emotions and Six Desires belonging to a human had been suppressed; he had even forgotten everything. His battle-tempered Sword Heart saw only Lin Chen's back!

Sword cultivators specialized in the path of slaughter. With every sword, they forgot themselves and struck with all their strength, without a word, regardless of life or death.

Before this sword had even fully formed, Lin Chen seemed to have fallen into the autumn and winter of all things perishing. Boundless killing intent suddenly arose between heaven and earth, and the workings of all life began to sink into stillness!

In an instant, Sword Qi surged for three thousand li, swallowing Lin Chen's figure in the blink of an eye!

Yet Gu Wushuang, who had unleashed this sword, paused at this moment. A trace of surprise rarely appeared on his face, usually as still as an ancient well.

For within that strike, he had clearly sensed the other party's soul and spirit being utterly extinguished in an instant. Yet the next moment, his figure reappeared in the void, as though the three-thousand-li sword light had not affected him at all. Even his clothes had not been damaged!

"Zhang Tianwen's... Reverse-Time Reversion?!"

Under that sword strike, even a peak Nascent Soul cultivator would have to bow their head to execution. Yet the other party was not only unharmed, but completely unscathed... Given his