"Holy Son, you've gone a little too far this time!" Lingyunzi looked at the surging auras around them, his expression grim.
This was, after all, the Nine Spirits Sword Sect's home ground.
Judging from the auras erupting alone, there were no fewer than seven Late Spirit Transformation cultivators, not to mention Jing Shuang, who was in the same realm as Ji Wuming.
And Han Yi on top of that.
The people of the Nine Spirits Sword Sect around them all wore expressions of icy coldness. Their sect had been infiltrated by another faction's Holy Son, who had taken a Heaven-tier Spiritual Skill and had even nearly entered Sword Peak. This was undoubtedly a slap across their faces.
"You know how to have fun even better than I did in my youth. If not for our identities, this old man would want to become sworn brothers with you!" Unlike Lingyunzi and the others' concern, Ji Wuming looked completely unconcerned.
He had caused more trouble than he could count on his path of cultivation, and he had seen spectacles even greater than this.
"Elder, stop joking around. Figuring out how to get out of this predicament is what matters most right now." Qing Xuzi's mouth twitched. He had long known of his elder's unconventional ways, but he had not expected him to still be in the mood for jokes at a time like this.
"What's there to fear? Just fight! At worst, I'll self-destruct and drag them down the road with me. I'm an old man anyway—I've lived long enough."
As soon as Ji Wuming finished speaking, not only did Ye Yu and the others darken their faces, even the people of the Nine Spirits Sword Sect twitched at the corners of their mouths.
If a Void Refinement Stage powerhouse self-destructed, he