In the sky, the Canghai Sword Sect cultivators hovering on their flying swords froze for a moment.
Under Chen Yuan's terrifying pressure at the peak fifth realm, the one who walked out was neither a trembling, white-haired sect master nor a steward kneeling to beg for mercy, but a girl dressed in coarse hemp clothing.
More absurdly still, the woman dragged a black mortal iron sword without the slightest fluctuation of spiritual energy behind her, as though dragging a door plank.
"Hmph. So it really is that homeless cur who escaped from the secret realm."
Behind Chen Yuan, a young sword cultivator in a brocade-white Daoist robe sneered.
He recognized the coarse cloth at Han Yu's waist, shredded by sword qi, and his eyes were filled with cruelty and indifference:
"You death-seeking wretch! The elder offered you the chance to die with your corpse intact, and you threw it away. Now you dare come out here with a piece of scrap iron and make a fool of yourself? Your life will serve as the first payment for Senior Brother Song!"
Before his words had faded, another Enforcement Hall junior brother beside him, a fourth realm late stage cultivator, could no longer restrain himself.
The two exchanged a glance, utterly dismissing the mortal woman on the ground, and abruptly formed sword seals with their fingers!
"Go!"
"Shiiing!!"
Two clear sword cries rang through the air like the calls of dragons!
Two mid-grade lifebound flying swords, deep blue from end to end and tempered with bitterly cold killing intent, shot out from beneath their feet!
The powerful sword aura of the fourth realm late stage surged explosively along the blades, becoming two icy sword lights several zhang long.
One from the left and one from the right, they tore through the air