"Sword Immortal!"
Wen Yong's expression turned horrified. At last, he came to his senses and realized something was wrong.
He had thought this would be as easy as reaching out and taking it, only to run headfirst into an iron plate.
Even with all his confidence in his divine abilities, he now felt the urge to beat a retreat.
That sword strike had carried no grand momentum, yet its edge was unstoppable. A hair's breadth more, and it would have taken his head.
Ever since I mastered this body divine power, I haven't experienced that great terror between life and death. Even ordinary middle-stage Purple Mansion cultivators have to show me some respect. Why did it have to be a Sword Immortal?
The Wu Earth Dao lineage excelled at defense rather than offense. With a supreme divine ability like Sovereign's Flawlessness to protect him, ordinary Purple Mansion cultivators could do nothing to him. Yet he had run straight into a Sword Immortal, famed for the path of attack and slaughter.
His divine ability is weak. Who would have thought he possessed a Sword Immortal's prowess... So he truly killed Senior Brother alone. But this Sword Immortal who appeared out of nowhere... Who exactly is he?
Wen Yong considered it calmly, but even greater doubts welled up within him.
Sword Immortals were exceedingly rare wherever one went, and those in the Zheng Kingdom could be counted.
As far as Wen Yong knew, the most famous were the two Sword Immortals of Rain Xiang Mountain, whose shared sect had become the stuff of legend. Yi Sword Gate also had an old Sword Immortal; the rest were mostly active in other kingdoms.
Rain Xiang Mountain's senior Sword Immortal had been a Great True Person for many years and could not possibly be the