Long before the flying sword shot forth, the cultivator in scholar's robes had already prepared himself.
His expression was solemn, and the roll of bamboo slips before him blazed with yellow light.
In an instant, a shield wall of rock and earth rose from the ground, blocking his front.
But his brows drew together, and, seemingly sensing something, he darted sideways at top speed.
Bang!
The flying sword pierced the shield wall of rock and earth after being held back for only an instant.
It wheeled swiftly around and returned to Song Yan's side.
In truth, while Song Yan was refining and assimilating the Supreme Spiritual Objects of wind and thunder on the dead tree, he had been guarding not only against the three rogue cultivators, but also against the married couple, Rong Xiaofeng and Wu Huaguo.
Even if they had simply avoided the fight and left, Song Yan was confident he could escape.
He had not expected the two to prove so true to their word, actually standing guard for him. Rong Xiaofeng had even lost many spirit insects for it.
Yet these two rogue cultivators had given them no chance even to speak before attacking the couple, even sending a rash young fool off to kill him first.
Then Song Yan had nothing more to say either. They could let their skills do the talking.
After he refined and assimilated the Wind-Thunder Spirit, the Sword Dao Seed beneath the Sword Mansion of the Dao-Subduing had become full and rounded.
Song Yan felt clear and unobstructed inside and out, with a faint sense that once he had accumulated enough spiritual power, he would break through to the Qi Refining Sixth Layer as naturally as water flowing into a channel.
Seeing that things were taking a bad turn, the cultivator