The sword pagoda overshadowed Yan Beifei, churning his defensive treasures to shards like they were made of paper.

“Go! Bring word!” he screamed at the last possible second. The followers who were about to rush over to save him jerked to a halt.

Lu Yun’s sword pagoda image was so domineering that awakened cultivators couldn’t even mount a resistance to it. The only course of action available now was to report this to the Origin King Estate and have the king come to a decision.

Yan Beifei’s followers looked at each other and promptly scattered in various directions. Their young lord was as good as dead. They would only needlessly sacrifice themselves if they stayed.

Lu Yun ignored them. Instead of killing his opponent, the entrapped Yan Beifei was retracted into the sword pagoda proper and suppressed. Having secured his victory, Lu Yun breathed out with relief and stood imperiously in the air. White robes fluttered as he regarded the scene...