Within a cloud above the Ancient Sword Sect's gathering point, Wei Suo and Ling Longtian activated a gauze-like magic treasure that shrouded them both and concealed their figures.
From where they were, the crystalline light in the distance opposite them flickered in and out of view, covering an area several miles wide. What surprised Wei Suo was that even with golden light flashing in Ling Longtian's eyes, she was unable to make out the specific situation within that crystalline light.
The magic treasure these Yuheng Continent cultivators were using to conceal themselves was quite extraordinary, somewhat beyond his expectations.
"Kid, they've come out, but it seems the other side has no intention of fighting us openly and fairly at all," the Green Robe Old Man's voice sounded.
Below, everyone at the Ancient Sword Sect's gathering point, including the Ancient Sword Sect's master, had already swept out. More than a hundred cultivators above the Mind Splitting Realm stood arrayed before, behind, and around the sect master and the others, unleashing all manner of magic treasures and artifacts. Multicolored radiance intertwined, dazzling beyond compare. Meanwhile, the crystalline light in the distance had stopped moving, continuously spewing out streams of yellow mist like demon clouds that spread over the heavens and earth. By the look of it, they intended to blanket the entire seven- to eight-hundred-mile area around the Ancient Sword Sect's gathering point.
"What? You dared invade our Tianxuan Continent, yet you don't even have the guts to show yourselves and fight us openly? Are all you Yuheng Continent cultivators such timid, craven rats?"
"The victor becomes king and the loser a bandit. Save such words for after you survive." A cold sneer immediately rang out. The voice was shrill, like refined gold scraping against itself. It clearly came from the dwarf