Target: Five Finger Mountain!

High in the sky, amid white clouds.

Yin Kuang and the others sped through the clouds, rushing toward Houjian Market at top speed.

"Hey, look!"

Suddenly, Pan Longtao's voice rang out in everyone's minds. They could not help but stop and look in the direction he pointed. In the distant mountains, plumes of black smoke rose gently, winding their way into the sky. Flickering firelight could faintly be seen beneath them.

"Could another town have been attacked by demons?" Pan Longtao said. Yin Kuang frowned deeply. "Very likely..." As soon as he finished speaking, Li Shuangmu added, "There's smoke over there too." Everyone turned to look and saw thick smoke rising beyond the horizon in the far southeast as well.

Wang Ning said impatiently, "Let it burn. What does it have to do with us?" Every plume of smoke meant countless lives were vanishing, but to Wang Ning, other people's lives had no value beyond being understood by him.

"...Let's go." Yin Kuang neither agreed nor disagreed with Wang Ning. He merely sighed and spoke those two words.

Yet accidents always happened when no one expected them. Yin Kuang and the others had barely flown any distance when several piercing whistles came from behind them. Yin Kuang and Li Shuangmu noticed first and shouted, "Move!"

Everyone scattered at once. Then they saw several flying swords shoot between them before turning sharply and hovering in midair, their points aimed at Yin Kuang and the others.

Nine long swords of varying forms, each one a peerless divine weapon!

"Prince Important's flying swords!"

The moment they saw those nine swords, one person came to everyone's mind.

Immediately afterward, with a whoosh, a streak of white light appeared before them. Glowing swords hovered around his body—it was undoubtedly Prince Important himself!

Prince Important was