"I have urgent business. Could you make an exception?"
Xu Taiping stepped forward, his hand resting on his blade's hilt, his expression relaxed and composed.
"Even if the King of Hell himself came today, there would be no exceptions!"
The Tyrant Blade Sect disciple raised a hand, and three iron spikes flew from his sleeve and began circling him.
At the same time, he drew the long blade at his waist with a metallic shing.
Seeing this, the dozen or so Tyrant Blade Sect disciples behind him also brought out their magic artifacts and drew their long blades.
For a moment, violent fluctuations of aura battered Xu Taiping, wave after wave.
"Still want an exception?"
The lead Tyrant Blade Sect disciple pointed his blade at Xu Taiping, his eyes full of mockery and impatience.
For ordinary cultivators, these fluctuations of aura alone would have been enough to send them retreating.
But Xu Taiping had seen far too many displays like this.
Shing!
Without any hesitation, Xu Taiping drew Water-Cutting from his waist and lightly leaped down from the platform.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
The instant he leaped off the Teleportation Platform, the flying spikes of the dozen or so Tyrant Blade Sect disciples shot toward him together, whistling through the air.
Boom!
But with a single slash from Xu Taiping, the dozen or so flying spikes were blasted apart.
Several lower-grade flying spikes even shattered on the spot.
Several Tyrant Blade Sect disciples who had refined their flying spikes into Natal Treasures were gravely injured on the spot.
"Brothers, that blade in his hand must be a treasure! Let's seize it together!"
After a brief moment of stunned silence, the lead Tyrant Blade Sect disciple immediately roared.
Because Xu Taiping had concealed his aura with the Lotus Eye, the disciple was