“Who are you? You don’t look like a disciple of Heavenly Sword Faction,” Dongfang Ming asked with a serious tone. The attacks from the disciples of Heavenly Sword Faction would always be accompanied by an eruption of sword energy. Even when using their bare hands to fight, there would be sword intent within their moves. However, the palm technique that Chen Feng utilized earlier had left Dongfang Ming lost. He only felt that it was an exquisite move, one that he had never heard or seen before.

“He is an elder of our Heavenly Sword Faction,” Liu Quan said with a derisive grin, stepping forward.

“Elder? Looks more like an honorary elder to me. I don’t care who you are. Is what you said earlier true?” Dongfang Ming stared at Chen Feng.

“Naturally, it’s true. When we were entering, we sensed the other party. Judging by the speed of their advance, the other party is most likely a Human Immortal. We are not afraid of you if you want to fight us. We can determine who is the strong and who is the weak first before searching for treasures,” Jian Qingwu said, stepping towards them.

“Dongfang Ming, what do we do?” The cultivators on Dongfang Ming’s side began discussing the issue in secrecy.

“It seems they are telling the truth. If we fight to the death here...