Greetings, Senior Sword Immortal

Upon hearing this, the other powerful figures were all slightly moved.

At this moment, they actually hoped the other party would answer yes.

That sword is probably at least a high-grade Saint Rank High Grade.

Such a quality would be quite valuable.

Based on their experience, this can be confirmed.

The person before me, though concealing their aura, is likely of limited cultivation level.

Otherwise, why would one need to travel by flying boat?

If that's the case, then the sword that's been delivered to our door...

"It feels like a lamb entering a wolf's den," Lu Changzhi thought to himself.

The next moment, he thought to himself:

"System, activate the Dao-Severing Sword."

Buzz!

The instant the sound faded.

The Dao-Severing Sword emitted a tremor.

A terrifying Sword Intent soared into the sky, instantly stirring up the surrounding world.

Centered on the longsword, the area within several miles seemed to have transformed into a world of swords.

At the same time, an astonishing aura emanated from Lu Changzhi.

Although her face was obscured, she still gave off a certain feeling.

The person before me holds sway over a region, standing above all things.

Unparalleled grace!

"This is!"

The moment the Dao-Severing Sword was activated.

The Holy Lord and the others all changed their expressions drastically.

Some of them even showed a hint of horror.

Before this sword strike, they felt their own insignificance.

It was as if all his years of cultivation and various life-saving techniques would be rendered useless if the other party were willing.

Now I can feel the other person's presence again.

Everyone's heart was pounding.

Broken!

They miscalculated.

This is a very powerful person.

"Clang clang clang!"

Suddenly, a rapid bell rang out atop the Cloud Heaven Sacred Mountain.

At that moment, a figure rushed over from the sacred mountain.

"I, Fang Ling, greet the Sword Immortal Senior."

"May I ask what brings you to this sacred place, senior?"

The sound grew closer, and finally an old man carrying a sword arrived before the Holy Lord and his companions, bowing respectfully.

"This junior is ignorant of etiquette; I hope the senior will not take offense."

Sword Immortal!

Hearing this title...

Everyone's hearts pounded again.

The person before me has actually reached this level in the art of swordsmanship.

No wonder he felt so much pressure when facing that sword strike.

The Holy Lord was now sweating profusely.

Sword Immortal!

A legendary master of swordsmanship.

His Cloud Heaven Holy Land has existed for so many years, yet it has never produced one.

Even Fang Ling, with his extraordinary talent in swordsmanship, is currently only Sword Master and unlikely to become Sword Immortal.

I actually spoke to a senior Sword Immortal in that tone!

Upon realizing this, the Holy Lord felt a chill run down his spine.

Elsewhere, Elder Xuan's heart also skipped a beat.

Could it be that the storm in the celestial phenomena was summoned by the Holy Lord himself?

Provoking a Sword Immortal is a consequence that even a sacred land might not be able to bear.

A tremendous wave of emotion surged through everyone's hearts.

"I will not bother with them."

Lu Changzhi's voice was hoarse as he spoke:

"Qin Jiuxiao, are you from your Holy Land?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Ling nodded quickly and said cautiously:

"Yes, Senior. I wonder if I have offended the Sword Immortal?"

"They were trapped by the Devil Race and unable to call for help, so they came to inform us of this matter."

Upon hearing this, Fang Ling and the others breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully, we didn't provoke this senior Sword Immortal.

"May I ask, senior, how strong is the Devil Sect?" Fang Ling asked hurriedly.

"One Transcendent, many below."

Fang Ling looked at the Holy Lord:

"Quickly gather men; I will go myself."

Having said that, he cautiously looked at Lu Changzhi:

"Could you please accompany us, senior? The Cloud Heaven Holy Land will certainly repay you handsomely after this matter is resolved."

"Okay." Lu Changzhi nodded.

This conveniently saved them the trouble of manually activating the flying boat.

And this generous reward...

One choice, two rewards.

Being a benefactor is really great.

"Master, who are these people fighting? They're so strong!"

The flying boat hovered in mid-air, and Luo Zhen gazed at the fierce battle in the distance, his expression one of shock.

"Transcendent Realm."

Xuan Yong's gaze was solemn.

"One of them is probably the so-called Devil Race."

As he spoke, Xuan Yong gently shook his head:

"But with such strength, it's beyond our ability to intervene."

With that, Xuan Yong was about to urge the flying boat away.

But just then, a loud shout rang out:

"Your Excellency should immediately go to the Cloud Heaven Holy Land and inform them of this matter; we will surely reward you handsomely!"

"People from the Cloud Heaven Holy Land?"

Xuan Yong stopped moving.

Judging from the commotion, it's clear that the Cloud Heaven Holy Land is in trouble.

This is indeed a good opportunity.

Brush!

Suddenly, a flash of red light appeared on the ground below the flying boat and shot out, heading straight for it.

"Careful!"

Xuan Yong shouted, and with a flash of sword light, he slashed fiercely at the incoming red light.

The red light moved at an astonishing speed, arriving in an instant.

Xuan Yong's expression changed slightly.

In the rush, we underestimated the impact of this attack!

"Boom!"

The two came into contact.

The sword light sliced through the blood.

However, the bloodshed did not stop there.

Instead, it split into two beams and slammed into the flying boat.

"Boom!"

The airship exploded completely.

Before Luo Zhen could react, he was thrown to the ground!

After stopping, Luo Zhen suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

Even though it was just the aftermath, it was still more than he could bear.

At that moment, another beam of red light attacked.

They headed straight for Luo Zhen.

"My beloved disciple!"

Xuan Yong's expression changed drastically.

With the power of this strike, Luo Zhen would be reduced to nothing.

"Instant Sword Slash!"

The sword rang out, startling the heavens, Xuan Yong took a step forward.

With one hand, he pushed Luo Zhen away, using his strength to simultaneously block with his sword.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

A solid blow landed on his body.

Xuan Yong retreated rapidly.

"My beloved disciple, run!" Xuan Yong shouted.

Luo Zhen finally came to his senses, his face filled with panic. He hurriedly took out his flying boat, boarded it, and headed off into the distance.

Amidst the blood-red light, the demonic shadow was about to catch up.

"Don't even think about harming my beloved disciple!"

Xuan Yong roared and tried his best to stop him.

"Whatever you do, don't chase after them."

On the flying boat, Luo Zhen's breathing was disordered, his expression tense, and he kept looking back.

"Master, you must hold them off!"

Ignoring the search for direction, they only focused on getting the airship on its way as quickly as possible.

Not long after, several flying boats suddenly appeared ahead.

Upon seeing these flying boats, Luo Zhen was overjoyed.

"Elder, save me!!!"

The numerous airships suddenly came to a stop.

Several divine senses probed in.

"Luo Zhen?" An elder, looking at Luo Zhen's condition, was startled.

"Weren't you training with your master? What's going on? Where is your master?"

"We've encountered Devil Race." Luo Zhen took a deep breath and said quickly:

"My master is currently fighting against the Devil Race."

"Devil Race!"

Upon hearing this, the gazes of the Mystic One Sect experts sharpened.

"What is the strength of that Devil Race?" someone immediately asked.

"I don't know either, but I should be a little stronger than Master," Luo Zhen replied.

On the various flying ships, the powerful figures exchanged glances.

"Everyone, let's go help Elder Xuan."

Xuan Yong is at the Void Transformation Realm, only slightly stronger than him, so it shouldn't be too much higher.

"Xie Yang, take Luo Zhen back to the sect and heal his injuries properly," an elder said.

Upon hearing this, Xie Yang quickly boarded the flying boat.

The Mystic One Sect's fleet of flying boats sped towards the site of the fierce battle.

Cloud Heaven Holy Land.

Several enormous flying ships, blotting out the sky, sped toward the site of the fierce battle.

Lu Changzhi sat at the bow of the flying boat, surveying the situation of the people who had come from the Cloud Heaven Holy Land.

At this moment, Fang Ling suddenly stepped forward.

"May I ask if you have some free time, senior?"