"Let him finish his tribulation first. The moment it ends, we'll strike together with our Flying Swords."
Iron Sword High Person sent the message and summoned his bonded Flying Sword, which hovered above his head.
The Flying Sword was dark blue-green from hilt to tip, radiating killing intent as heavy as a mountain.
His gaze locked on the figure in the distance preparing to face his tribulation, a cold glint flickering in his eyes.
At the Five Peaks Sword Sect, he had been Steel Sword Elder. After arriving in Cold Light Province, he had begun calling himself Iron Sword High Person.
Iron Sword High Person had intended to remain an unaffiliated cultivator, but discovered that even a Fusion Realm cultivator struggled to establish himself in Cold Light Province. So he recruited two sword cultivators at the first and second layers of the Fusion Realm and founded the Iron Sword Alliance.
An Xin could hardly believe Iron Sword High Person wanted him to attack too.
Even his strongest strike could not match a casual blow from a Third Layer of the Fusion Realm sword cultivator. Why did his big brother need him to act?
After a moment's hesitation, he could not help asking, "Big Brother, do you still need me to attack?"
Steel Sword Elder did not answer directly. Instead, he nodded and said, "When brothers unite their hearts, their edge can sever gold." His tone was mild, but beneath it lay a resolve that brooked no argument.
"All right, Big Brother."
Seeing that Steel Sword Elder had made up his mind, An Xin could only agree.
He summoned his bonded Flying Sword, which hovered above his head.
The Flying Sword was silver-white from hilt to tip, fine frost patterns flowing across its blade and giving off a crisp chill. At