"A fine sword."
The two words left his mouth.
There was no anger on Sikong Lanyue's face; instead, an indescribable excitement had appeared there.
The Sword Move Law Li Cangfeng drove was ravaging the formation in the field with frenzied force, and the entire great array was on the verge of collapse.
Deep within the formation, the altar where Cui Shaolin stood was also affected, cracks constantly spreading across it.
This change brought a subtle shift to Cui Shaolin's expression as well.
"Fellow Daoist Sikong, what are you still standing there for? If he really breaks the formation here, then all our arrangements today will fall short at the last step, and none of us will gain a thing!"
His eyes snapped open, and Cui Shaolin fixed his gaze on Sikong Lanyue.
His expression was no longer as composed as before.
At the sound, Sikong Lanyue curled his lip, as arrogant as ever.
"Relax. With me here, today... they won't stir up any waves!"
As his words fell, Sikong Lanyue looked back at Li Cangfeng.
"I originally thought that the Sword Cultivators of this world were merely so-so."
"I never expected... there would actually be someone who could cultivate a Sword Cultivator's sword to such a level."
As he spoke, the light in his eyes grew brighter and brighter.
It was not admiration, much less repentance.
It was the fanaticism of someone who, after seeing scenery at a higher place, was determined to force it beneath his feet.
"Protecting the common people? Opening the road with your own body?"
"Li Cangfeng, this sword of yours has indeed shown me a different Sword Dao."
"Unfortunately, my sword has never been drawn for protection."
"What I seek is a higher place! To stand above all living beings!"
As he spoke, the aura