Lone Eagle covered his mouth and kept coughing, spitting out fragments of organs each time.
"What did you say? Daoist Xiaoyao? Your master is Daoist Xiaoyao?"
Lone Eagle questioned Ye Yun again and again.
He could never forget what had happened three years ago. Back then, a young man in a long robe, a Long Sword on his back and riding a Red Tiger, had arrived at their Divine Sword Sect and immediately demanded one of its three greatest treasures—the Mysterious Yellow Flower.
Damn it, that had enraged the entire Divine Sword Sect. The man looked utterly unfamiliar, yet he had been so arrogant? Without so much as a word, he had barged into the Divine Sword Sect.
Then, the first thing out of his mouth was a demand for the Mysterious Yellow Flower, one of the Divine Sword Sect's three greatest treasures? Who could possibly endure that? It was practically rubbing the Divine Sword Sect's face into the dirt.
In the end, the Divine Sword Sect Master, a True Lord at the middle stage of Dao Integration, appeared. His face was livid, and without saying a word, he attacked the moment he appeared. Yet the young man merely waved a hand before him.
The dignified Divine Sword Sect Master, a True Lord powerhouse of the Dao Integration Realm, was sent flying straight into the buildings behind him. When he emerged again, a bright red handprint had appeared on his face.
From that day on, the Divine Sword Sect had lost all face.
Then, in a fit of rage, the Divine Sword Sect's Supreme Patriarch, a late-stage Dao Integration True Lord, burst from the ground. But the outcome was obvious: the Supreme Patriarch's face gained a slap mark as well.
From then on, the Divine Sword Sect's three greatest treasures