The Might of Divine Sword City

In the sky, an extravagantly luxurious golden sedan chair hovered in midair. Before it, a massive Flood Dragon radiated the aura of the Spirit Transformation realm.

Below, Jian Xu, the Sect Master of Divine Sword City, stared grimly at the sedan chair before him, with Divine Sword City's five Great Elders following behind.

"My Divine Sword City is no minor force in Tianhe Prefecture. Are you not being somewhat overbearing with those words, sir?"

"Besides, I have yet to settle the matter of you defeating my son not long ago."

Jian Xu snorted coldly. To him, the person inside the sedan chair was merely a junior. Yet a mere junior dared to act so arrogantly.

"No minor force? Heh, indeed. But in my eyes, I could wipe it out with one hand. I am only giving you a chance to choose because Divine Sword City still has a little say in Tianhe Prefecture."

"Otherwise, you would not even have the chance to choose. My time is limited, so I hope you will give me an answer quickly."

"As for your son, he was inferior to his opponent. What? Do you intend to seek justice for your son?"

Hearing the words from within the sedan chair, Jian Xu clenched his fists. Sword Dao Rules swirled around him, but he forcibly held himself back.

Ever since he had made his name known throughout Tianhe Prefecture, this was the first time he had suffered such humiliation.

"Fine. Very fine indeed. My Divine Sword City obeys only Nameless Mountain. As for you lot, you are nothing but a pack of jumping clowns."

Jian Xu said through gritted teeth, suppressing his fury.

For Divine Sword City to submit to these people? Impossible. Every one of them was like a wolf or tiger. If Divine Sword