Within the illusion, two young men fought desperately alongside disciples of their sect against experts invading the valley.
The entire Myriad Blood Sect had mobilized all its strength: mechanisms, sect-suppressing experts, and statues.
Thus, they had learned the rough extent of their power.
Of the three, the mechanisms were the weakest, comparable to Ninth Turn Venerables. Sect Suppressing Elders working together could kill Ninth Turn Venerables, while the statues were the strongest, capable of annihilating a Ninth Turn Venerable in a single blow—perhaps equivalent to a strike from the Heavenly Sword or the Bright Moon Divine Sword.
Chu Zhiyuan was only half-convinced by this result.
Ninth Turn Venerables were already the pinnacle of power in this world. They were not so easily attained, much less the Spirit Venerable realm.
Even in the entire Heavenly Sword Sect, only the Elders had achieved the Ninth Turn.
The Heavenly Sword Sect was said to have Supreme Elders as well, though they were usually absent from the sect, roaming the world with no one knowing their whereabouts.
Not all Ninth Turn Venerables were alike. Their cultivation arts and techniques differed, and some were stronger while others were weaker.
Yet even so, the Myriad Blood Sect's defenses were far too formidable.
He touched the Jade Sky Sword at his side and pondered for a moment before finally reaching a conclusion.
If it was truly as they believed, even deploying the Jade Sky Sword might not be enough for him to take down the Myriad Blood Sect.
He caught up to Lu Xiao Lu, whose white robes drifted like an immortal's.
Lu Xiao Lu studied him curiously and cautiously.
Chu Zhiyuan smiled. "Rest assured, Senior Sister. I didn't get blood spattered on me. I used a special method, not torture."
Lu Xiao Lu gave a sweet