Sound Demon and the others were incredibly fast. How could they let Ye Han wreak destruction unchecked?
Six golden core cultivators surrounded Ye Han, each bristling with murderous intent. They unleashed defensive treasures and offensive treasures, their eyes fixed on him...
Below, the disciples of the Three Divine Sects also formed formations to defend themselves together. Foundation establishment realm cultivators had cultivated for nearly a hundred years at the very least, and most had cultivated for two or three hundred. Though they had not reached the golden core stage, they were no fools. They knew scattering in panic would only put them in greater danger. By forming defensive formations together, they could at least withstand the enemy's attacks...
Ye Han surveyed Sound Demon and the others surrounding him. His eyes, one red and one blue, radiated astonishing sword intent as he said coldly, with supreme arrogance, "Just you few?"
As he spoke, brilliant blue and red sword intent erupted from his body. Searing heat and freezing cold swirled through the space around him, forming ripples that twisted and shuddered...
Baleful Heavenly Venerable barked coldly, "Sword Twenty-Nine! You're a golden core stage grand elder, yet you stoop to sneak attacks? If word gets out, aren't you afraid the whole world will laugh at your Yin-Yang Sword Sect?"
As he spoke, his spell power surged into a battle axe swirling before him amid writhing black energy. The demonic qi and baleful intent it unleashed were terrifyingly suffocating...
At Baleful Heavenly Venerable's words, the others also poured spell power into their treasures.
The last time they had encountered that damned Sword Twenty-Nine, none of them had expected this fellow to be Sword Twenty-Nine, much less that his swordsmanship would be so formidable that he could fight seven of them alone!
Still, they felt