As Shadow-Puppet Divine Lord of the Immortal Artifact Sect pondered, a plump old man drifted over.
His face was expressionless, his narrow eyes cold. He merely cupped his hands and greeted Shadow-Puppet Divine Lord as a fellow Daoist, then said no more and watched the battle in the sky.
"Fellow Daoist Longevity Tortoise, why haven't you struck down that wretch?"
Shadow-Puppet Divine Lord asked curiously, "Your sect's inheriting disciple seems close to defeat. If you don't intervene, his life may be in danger."
He knew this fellow Daoist's temperament. Longevity Tortoise cared little for appearances, and a senior bullying a junior was nothing unusual for him. The opponent was a Rogue Cultivator from the wilds, not a disciple of an Immortal Order. If he killed him, he killed him. There was nothing to worry about.
It might affect the Thunder-Yang Heaven Sword Realm's reputation in the sword path.
Then again, thanks to the Thunder-Yang Old Guard—a group whose status within the Thunder-Yang Heaven Sword Realm was exalted beyond measure and who did as they pleased—its reputation had already suffered over the years.
That was no great matter. What sect did not have a dark chapter in its history?
So long as that invincible powerhouse remained, there was nothing to fear. Everything else was a minor detail.
"How could I do that so lightly..."
"When sword cultivators duel, any means they use are fair, as long as they are of the same rank."
The plump old man sighed. "If I intervene, little Radiant Thunder's sword path will be ruined. His sword soul will collapse, and he'll lose all confidence."
"A sword cultivator who has formed a sword soul has already become one with his sword path. If his sword soul collapses, his chance of dying is sixty to seventy percent. Even