Upon hearing this, Ren Xiaoyao glanced at Ye Yu and said with a faint smile, "Kid, you've got some skill, getting people from the Purple Firmament Sword Sect to stand up for you."
"Though I don't know what trick you used, you never went through the ceremony of taking a master. That means nothing to me."
"Besides, even if you joined the sect, you'd only be an ordinary disciple. Ye Xuan is my, Ren Xiaoyao's, personal disciple. Do you really think that old bastard would fall out with me over you?"
After speaking, Ren Xiaoyao turned to look at Lingyunzi.
Lingyunzi did not refute him. Instead, he stared fixedly at Ye Yu, as though waiting for something.
Naturally, Ye Yu knew what Lingyunzi meant. With a flip of his palm, a longsword shimmering with violet-golden radiance appeared in his hand.
The instant the Purple Firmament Sword appeared, the Nine Spirits Sword Tablet in the square let out a resonant hum, as though it had encountered a formidable enemy!
The moment Ren Xiaoyao saw the Purple Firmament Sword, his expression sank completely. He stared at Ye Yu with such murderous intensity that, if looks could kill, Ye Yu believed he would have already been hacked into countless pieces.
It was not only Ren Xiaoyao. The other four elders of the Nine Spirits Sword Sect also flashed forward, killing intent surging around them.
The killing intent of five Spirit Transformation experts was laid bare, as though the surrounding air had frozen into frost, sending a chill through everyone's hearts.
They all involuntarily backed away several steps, wanting to distance themselves from this place of trouble.
Looking at the Purple Firmament Sword in Ye Yu's hand, Lingyunzi stood rooted to the spot. Tears streamed down his aged face, and not a trace of