An Obstacle That Could Not Be Crossed in the River of Time

On the sword-fighting platform,

Two Golden Core cultivators fought a life-and-death battle. Their swordsmanship was exquisite, and they survived peril after peril. The many cultivators watched, utterly enthralled; no one noticed the subtle change in the middle-aged cultivator's eyes.

"Him!"

"Why is he here?!!"

Fufeng True Person, the dashing middle-aged swordsman, felt stormy waves rise within his heart. This shouldn't be happening!

He was clearly supposed to come here more than ten years later. He shouldn't be here now!

Impossible!

What happened? I clearly haven't done anything significant. Everything has developed as expected, without any changes—so why did he appear ahead of time?!

Before he knew it, Fufeng True Person's swordplay had fallen into disarray.

"Kill!"

The old man opposite him saw an opening. Seizing the chance, he sent his flying sword surging forth in a fierce assault, repeatedly gaining the initiative and driving the platinum flying sword back again and again until it gradually showed signs of failing.

Damn it!

He'll beat me to death!

I've never taken the initiative to provoke him, but every time, he still beats me to death!

Fufeng True Person paid no attention to the old man before him, not caring in the slightest. He roared furiously in his heart as a faint terror swept through his body. No, I can't just sit here and wait for death!

Report him! Report him to the Great Sun Sword Sect's Nascent Soul cultivators immediately!

No, that's not enough. The Six Paths Sect, the Iron Clan, and the Great Sun Sect need to be alerted too. It would be best to bring dozens of Nascent Soul cultivators down on him at once, blocking him layer upon layer and surrounding him for the kill. I refuse to believe he can escape!

There's evidence. They'll believe it!

Fufeng True