"Thank you, Crimson Feather Sword God!"
Seeing the Crimson Feather Sword God take a stand, the Spirit Transformation cultivators were all overjoyed.
As long as someone stronger took the lead and twisted all of Western Jin's factions into a single rope, they would have nothing to fear from Eastern Jin's Sweet Dew Sect.
"Crimson Feather Sword God, you insist on sticking your neck out?"
The white-robed elder smiled sinisterly.
The Crimson Feather Sword God shook his head coldly. "Line of Sky was an opportunity belonging to Western Jin in the first place. What right does your Sweet Dew Sect from Eastern Jin have to monopolize it? I suggest you get lost at once. Once Western Jin's Spirit Transformation experts arrive, it'll be too late for you to leave."
"You dare!"
The white-robed elder was furious. He snorted coldly. "And if I refuse to leave?"
"Then prepare for war."
The Crimson Feather Sword God smiled indifferently.
The sword intent radiating from him grew ever more formidable, as though he might strike at any moment.
But the Crimson Feather Sword God was no reckless fool. Although his cultivation was somewhat below that of this Sweet Dew Sect cultivator at the fifth layer of the Spirit Transformation Realm, defeating him easily would be no simple matter.
If he stalled for a while, reinforcements would arrive.
Thus, the Crimson Feather Sword God did not attack first, merely provoking the white-robed elder with his words.
Watching this, Chen Changming nodded silently.
It seemed that with the Crimson Feather Sword God taking a stand, even those with lower cultivation like them would have a chance to enter Line of Sky.
Seeing that the Crimson Feather Sword God had not attacked, the white-robed elder stopped provoking him verbally. Instead, he gave a cold snort and waited quietly