Seeing the Spirit Transformation experts of the Sweet Dew Sect facing a formidable enemy, glaring like tigers eyeing prey, the Azure-Robed Sword God smiled without changing expression.
He was a fourth-layer Spirit Transformation sword cultivator. Within this Line of Sky, no one could do anything to him.
He clasped his fists and said in a deep voice, "Fellow Daoists of the Sweet Dew Sect, you are seeking opportunities here at the Ghost-Suppressing Pillar, and we cultivators of Western Jin do not begrudge you that. But why must you... slaughter the innocent?"
Slaughter the innocent?
The third-layer Spirit Transformation man who had attacked Chen Changming and the Extreme Yang Ancestor earlier gave a grim smile. "They were merely two first-layer Spirit Transformation insects. Their deaths were no loss!"
Hearing this, rage surged in the Azure-Robed Sword God's heart.
His sharp gaze swept across the Sweet Dew Sect's many Nascent Soul Realm disciples, and he sneered. "Then by that logic, are these Nascent Soul Realm disciples beneath the Ghost-Suppressing Pillar all ants as well?"
"Insolence!"
"How dare you!"
"He deserves death!"
The Azure-Robed Sword God's words were like a spark dropped into a powder keg. The many Spirit Transformation cultivators of the Sweet Dew Sect changed color in fury and summoned the Wither-Prosper Twin Vines back from the Ghost-Suppressing Pillar.
A Flying Sword flew out from between the Azure-Robed Sword God's brows and hovered before him.
An awe-inspiring sword intent that shook the heavens shot skyward.
After sensing that sword intent, many of the weaker Sweet Dew Sect cultivators could not stop their bodies from trembling.
"Hehe, do not misunderstand."
A fourth-layer Spirit Transformation man stepped out from the crowd. He cupped his hands toward the Azure-Robed Sword God and said with a gentle smile, "Azure-Robed Sword God, rest assured. Our Sweet