The person who fell from the sky was someone Peng Suo knew well, and her GENDER: she name was Ling Jiao.
Unlike Peng Suo, she was a true inner-chamber disciple of the Sword Discussion Pavilion, and a remarkably brilliant one among the fourth-generation disciples. Her cultivation and mastery of the swordsmanship were not below his, and her agility even surpassed it.
Unfortunately, when her master had bestowed her Dao name, it had suited her all too well. True to her name, her sword-piloting movements were fluid and ever-changing, making her the very first among the fourth-generation disciples; even some of the third-generation immortal masters fell somewhat short. Yet her temperament was wild and untamed, far from a sensible character.
Because of the brutal murder of Shui Jiansheng's daughter-in-law, Gathering Immortals Bridge had dispatched six enforcers to hunt down and kill Guiyan, and even the inner sect of the Sword Discussion Pavilion had sent people out, with Ling Jiao being one of them. Peng Suo had met with her just the day before, and they had decided to search separate directions. Right now, she had presumably been drawn over by the staggering spectacle of Guiyan undergoing his tribulation, only to be struck down head-on by him.
Seeing Ling Jiao plummeting through the clouds, Peng Suo felt a surge of intense panic. Her status was special, and she could under no circumstances come to harm. He immediately flew up on his sword, intending to rescue her.
High in the sky, the formation of the Xuanqing Twelve Immortal True Thunder had not yet completely dissipated. Crackling electric serpents intertwined, and thunder-fire rained down like a storm—enough to make even three True Person cultivators feel alarmed. The moment Peng Suo rose on his sword, he found that the astral-energy environment in this region had