"Steel Sword Elder, I'll leave everything in your hands. Sorry for the trouble."
Xiong Changhai solemnly cupped his hands toward Steel Sword Elder, unable to fully conceal the embarrassment on his face.
As the sect master of the Five Peaks Sword Sect, he had watched two Fusion Realm elders under his command fall in succession to the same man. Yet he could do nothing, only watch helplessly as Steel Sword Elder went out to seek reinforcements to avenge the sect.
That sense of humiliation and helplessness sent a barely perceptible trace of bitterness across Xiong Changhai's square face.
But he also knew full well-
Though the Five Peaks Sword Sect had few rivals within ten thousand miles, the opponent they had encountered this time was simply too strange and troublesome.
The primal magnetism iron ore formed a natural fortress, specifically countering cultivators' bonded Spirit Treasures. Without experts at the Third Layer of the Fusion Realm attacking together, there was no chance of killing that Body Cultivator in one fell swoop.
"Sect Master, rest easy and hold the fort here. Just wait for my good news."
Steel Sword Elder cupped his hands and lingered no longer. He strode out of the Sect Master Hall, then vanished into the sea of clouds outside with a flicker, leaving only a streak of sword light receding across the horizon.
Three days later.
An Immortal Boat, silver-white from bow to stern and covered in flowing-cloud formation patterns, tore through the sky and came to a steady hover above the mountain stream on Blood Dragon Mountain.
Four figures stood shoulder to shoulder aboard the Immortal Boat. Each radiated a Fusion Realm aura as unfathomable as an abyss, like a moving mountain weighing down the air, sending the birds and beasts in the forest below fleeing in