A group of young men had arrived, dressed in identical uniforms with longswords strapped to their backs, their bearing stern and imposing.
"Are you two the ones who came from the ninth floor of the Sword Spirit Tower?"
They soon arrived before them and stopped. The young man in the lead, with straight brows, stared coldly at the two of them.
"Yes!" Nie Yun nodded.
"Good. Come with us!"
Seeing him confirm it, the straight-browed youth nodded and beckoned without the slightest expression on his face.
Nie Yun frowned slightly at their attitude, but this was Sword Spirit Valley, and they were locals. It was not convenient for him to flare up. He immediately glanced at Nie Tong. The two of them rose into the air at the same time and followed behind the group.
Nie Tong had successfully advanced to the Emperor Realm and could now fly as well. With the power of the Sword Realm, his speed was not inferior to Nie Yun's in the slightest.
"Brother, all these people are Sword Dao geniuses. Compared to them, that Pei Yang is far too lacking!"
As they followed behind the group, Nie Tong secretly transmitted his voice.
Even without him saying so, Nie Yun had noticed. Every one of these young men had sword intent flowing around them, carrying a distinctive presence. Their sensitivity to sword intent was especially formidable. Compared to them, the Pei Yang he had met before was like a small shaman before a great shaman—there was simply no comparison.
"It should be... because they ate this Sword Rice!"
Nie Yun transmitted back.
Although Pei Yang's talent was nothing remarkable in his eyes, within the Universal Divine Realm, he could still be considered a true genius.
Yet such a genius was inferior even to several people