Daoist Wang stood beside the Golden Throne, his face displeased.
The hundreds of light mirrors suspended above the plaza were nothing more than spiritual energy he had compressed out of thin air, projecting scenes from the Trial Battlefield for everyone to watch.
But Mu Chen's casual act of shattering them still irritated him on instinct.
"Hmm?"
Just as Daoist Wang was about to act, an unhappy voice sounded in his ear.
The poor Late-Stage Spirit Grade Heavenly Sovereign felt a bead of cold sweat slide down his forehead. He hurriedly pulled back his left foot and pretended nothing had happened.
The Old Heavenly Sovereign's eyes were half-lidded, his breathing deep and steady, as if he were dozing.
In truth, deep down, he had nearly burst out laughing.
With the Western Heaven War King here, what business did a War Hall Vice Master have overstepping his bounds?
Upper Earth Sovereign battlefield.
"Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!"
Three urgent streaks of spiritual energy tore across the sky and slammed into an ancient forest, radiating panic and disarray.
"Su Mu, Chu Men, go on ahead. I'll stay and hold them off."
The Star Pavilion's master, Liu Xingchen, wore a black robe, his hair streaked with white. Gone was his usual gentle demeanor. Blood kept spilling from the corner of his mouth; he had clearly suffered serious injuries.
"Brother Liu, what kind of people do you take Brother Chu and me for?"
"To abandon our companions in a moment of crisis is no way for a man to behave."
Sword Immortal Langya, Su Mu, looked pained as he clutched his chest, his brows knitted together.
The rusty iron sword on his back had already broken into several pieces. The peerlessly sharp, unstoppable edge unique to an unparalleled swordsman was gone.
"Su Mu, listen to the