The atmosphere throughout Sword-Forging City grew heavy. The rain, reeking of blood, added a trace of cruelty to the already murderous air.
Ouyang and the other two stood back to back in a triangle, shielding Leng Qingsong behind them. None of them thought anything of the rotten fish and shrimp before them.
The Sword Cultivators opposite them, however, faced them as though confronting a formidable enemy, not daring to make any rash moves.
A mysterious masked man who could summon countless puppets.
An unfathomable Sword Cultivator clad in white.
A Dog-Lifting War God who had charged in and out of the Sword Cultivators' ranks seven times with a dog in hand!
Every one of them was an exceptionally troublesome opponent. For these second-rate Rogue Cultivators to stop the three of them and demand an explanation seemed like an idiot's dream.
All cultivators at the Soul Departure stage and above had died in the Immortal Secret Realm, and that boy who could absorb the Immortal Secret Realm absolutely had something to do with it.
They only wanted an explanation, one that could at least convince them!
Otherwise, they would not stop until one side was dead!
Sword Cultivators always looked down on one another, but if someone made an enemy of a Sword Cultivator, even passing Sword Cultivators would instinctively lend their support.
Among Sword Cultivators, this had already become an unspoken, open secret.
Some Sword Cultivators had already torn strips from their robes and bound their swords tightly to their hands, ready to stake their lives.
On the city streets, on the rooftops, atop the gate towers... countless Sword Cultivators stood densely packed, swords in hand.
They silently watched Ouyang and the others, expressing their stance without a word!
Ouyang had originally intended to offer some high-sounding excuses to fool