Boom.
The newcomer crashed down twenty yards away, revealing his appearance.
He was a pockmarked man with a mole at the corner of his brow, and he looked to be around forty.
"Disciple Chen Yishen pays his respects to the Sect Master!"
The pockmarked man cupped his hands in salute.
Someone in the crowd immediately exclaimed again:
"Chen Yishen—is he the senior brother with an incredibly powerful spiritual sense, who can control three hundred flying swords?"
"That's him!"
"He cultivates the Ghost Controlling True Art. With the power of a hundred ghosts bolstering him, his magical power is exceptionally profound!"
Hearing these voices, Lu Li raised an eyebrow.
A hint of interest appeared on his face.
He could command three hundred flying swords at Foundation Establishment?
That was pretty impressive!
"Kid, are you ready? Don't blame me for bullying someone weaker. You're simply too arrogant, too conceited!"
The man in hemp robes spoke, his gaze sinister.
"Come on."
Lu Li remained calm and beckoned with a finger.
"Hmph."
Seeing his dismissive attitude, anger flashed in the hemp-robed man's eyes. Black ghostly energy erupted from his body, swelling outward until it concealed him.
The next moment, a black streak of sword light shot from the ghostly energy, as fast as a flash of lightning!
It was already an inch from Lu Li's brow!
The sword light was chillingly sharp, powerful enough to pierce a hundred-yard-thick wall of solid stone!
It was a high-grade spirit weapon!
Just as Lu Li was about to die beneath the black sword light, at that critical moment, two long, golden-white fingers, carrying a wisp of earthly warmth, drifted gently forward and pinched.
Just like that, they caught the black sword light.
The sword light revealed its true form.
It was a three-inch-long, ink-black little sword,