Counteroffensive

High in the clouds.

Several lofty Martial Saints stared intently below.

"What an exquisite sword-controlling art." A western Martial Saint held a cigar between his fingers, surprise in his eyes.

"Even among the Mystic Comprehension Tier, this counts as exceptionally strong, doesn't it?"

Fujiwara's face turned ashen, and he said nothing.

"If he goes one step further..." Another Martial Saint lowered his voice. "Perhaps he'll possess a method capable of reaching the Converging Stream Realm."

The Converging Stream Realm was a realm of the Great Wilderness, a means only Martial Saints like them possessed.

Yet a brat in the Mortal Realm had actually touched upon that threshold?

Shi Kefa stood to one side, the corners of his lips slightly raised, but he remained silent.

Three Sects City.

In the broadcasting compound, Old Li's voice had already become completely hoarse.

"They're fighting!!"

"The insect progenitors have attacked! Blood energy carrying five hundred thousand dragons' worth of force came crashing down like the sky was falling!"

Inside the teahouses, everyone held their breath.

"They dodged it!" Old Li slammed the table. "Senior Nie and Lord Lu dodged it! Their movement techniques were too fast—the losses weren't severe!"

"Lord Lu has made his move!"

"Flying swords! A thousand flying swords!"

Old Li's eyes widened as he looked at the urgent telegram sent back by the scouts. The writing on it was incoherent.

He did not know how to read it aloud, so he simply shouted it himself.

"I don't know how to describe it... I can't tell just what makes this sword art so powerful, but it's powerful!"

"They're alive! Birds turn into fish and dart through the swarms of insects!"

"In the blink of an eye, a huge patch of insects fell! Their green blood flowed into rivers!"

On the streets and