The three Sages took their places, and all beneath heaven knelt in submission. Before the might of Sages, what living being dared show disrespect?
Yet between heaven and earth, there were always heavenly prodigies unwilling to stand behind others, and naturally, they refused to kneel.
On the Sword Sect's Main Peak, a white-clad sword cultivator stood atop the Main Hall's roof, a sword hanging at his waist, his hands clasped behind his back.
A white lotus appeared around him, blocking the vast might of the Sages.
Now in the Mahayana Realm, Song Mu had yet to touch this world's highest realm, but his spirit and strength were steadier than those of cultivators who had just entered the Tribulation Transcendence Stage.
It was just that faintly cocky look on his face that made anyone who saw him feel somewhat annoyed.
Throughout the Sword Sect, aside from him standing on the roof, all the other cultivators were down on one knee, each bracing themselves with a sword, struggling bitterly to keep both knees from touching the ground.
"Senior Brother Song Mu truly has astonishing talent. He can actually withstand the might of Sages!" a young cultivator kneeling in the square said, looking up at Song Mu on the roof with admiration.
"Of course! Did you know that Senior Brother Song Mu once fought one of the three Sages we have today?" a slightly older cultivator beside him said, sharing in the glory.
"What? Senior Brother Song Mu fought a Sage? And survived?" the young cultivator asked in shock.
"Naturally. Back in the Immortal Secret Realm, thousands of sword cultivators were like ants before that Sage. Only Senior Brother Song Mu managed to seal one of the Sage's hands entirely on his own!" the older cultivator said, a trace of reminiscence in his