If Wang Yun and the others chase after us, they won't pose much of a threat to Lin Chang'sheng.
But those words just now—there was clearly nothing simple about them. That voice carried Cultivation far beyond the Integration Stage; it had to be a Mahayana Stage cultivator.
"You—you went and provoked a Mahayana Stage cultivator too?"
Hou Yutian was instantly stunned; with just a single sentence, his Inner Mansion was shaken to its core. If it wasn't a Mahayana cultivator, there was no way their Divine Sense could be so violently oppressive.
"If I'm not mistaken, it should be someone from the Celestial Nether Sword Sect!"
Hou Shaojie echoed, recalling that during his clash with Lin Chang'sheng, he'd noticed a bloody mark on Lin Chang'sheng's wrist.
At first, he thought it was just his imagination, but later realized—it was the mark branded upon anyone who killed and absorbed Sword Soul Power from a member of the Celestial Nether Sword Sect.
