However, before Han Yu could make a move.
Su Shi'er stepped forward, came to his side, and raised a hand to press down on Han Yu's shoulder.
"Do not be hasty, Fellow Daoist Han. Someone will handle this matter!"
"Hmm? Someone will handle it? Could it be... Fellow Daoist Ren knows some other Spirit Severing stage seniors present?"
Han Yu was startled at his words, but the True Yuan surging violently within him did not cease.
The look he gave Su Shi'er carried even more confusion and puzzlement.
Su Shi'er smiled calmly. "You jest, Fellow Daoist Han. Eight or nine out of every ten cultivators here are from the Immortal Cultivation Holy Land. This old man comes from Azure Star; how could I possibly know them?"
"Then... what do you mean, Fellow Daoist Ren?"
Han Yu pressed on, his tone tinged with urgency.
Su Shi'er did not answer. Instead, his gaze fell upon East Sea Sword Saint Liu Hua.
"Senior Liu? This... when Spirit Severing stage powerhouses clash, an Out of Body stage cultivator who rashly intervenes will meet only death and the dissipation of the Dao with the slightest misstep."
"The three Fellow Daoists already did so much to save the two of us earlier. This is a matter of the Xuan Yuan Sword Sect. Han's death would be no great loss—how can I drag the three of you into such a risk again?"
Only upon looking again at East Sea Sword Saint Liu Hua did Han Yu realize it. The man's aura appeared steady and tranquil at first glance, but without anyone noticing, he had already condensed boundless sword intent into the flying sword before him.
The flying sword had drawn in all its sharpness, appearing utterly plain and unremarkable, without the slightest hint of intimidation.
Yet as