Scripture Pavilion, study.
Bai Yunfei and Old Yang rushed over. Seeing that Lin Jiufeng was still meditating in cultivation, they were frantic.
"Senior Brother, those old undead bastards from the Supreme Dao Sect are attacking. Stop cultivating," Bai Yunfei said anxiously.
"Senior, this time four top experts within the Ninth Restriction have come. They'll arrive very soon," Old Yang said anxiously as well.
Lin Jiufeng, who had been cultivating, slowly opened his eyes and said softly, "What are you panicking for? They're only four Ninth Restrictions."
"Only four Ninth Restrictions?" Bai Yunfei's eyes immediately lit up. Staring at Lin Jiufeng, he asked, "Senior Brother, do you have a way to deal with them?"
Old Yang also watched Lin Jiufeng nervously.
Lin Jiufeng said calmly, "It only takes one sword strike."
"Just one sword strike?" Bai Yunfei was dumbfounded.
What kind of sword could hold back four peak Ninth Restriction experts?
Old Yang was equally bewildered, staring blankly at Lin Jiufeng.
"Yes, just one sword strike." Lin Jiufeng nodded firmly.
"Only, this sword qi is thirty thousand li long!"
Bai Yunfei and Old Yang both sucked in a sharp breath, looking at Lin Jiufeng with disbelief in their eyes.
Could such a powerful sword art truly exist in this world?
Lin Jiufeng ignored them and raised his head to look at the sky beyond the window.
It was nearly evening. The sunset clouds filled the sky, crimson as a maiden's blushing cheeks, breathtakingly beautiful.
Within that beauty, four rays of rainbow-like light tore through the horizon and descended toward the Feather Transformation Sect.
Rumble!
Their momentum surged like raging tides, their thunderous roar shook the heavens, and their pressure bore down with unparalleled force.
Bai Yunfei and Old Yang, standing behind Lin Jiufeng, saw the scene as well and could not