“These two damned shameless old farts!” Lu Yun cursed to see the two come for him instead. He altered his footwork to evade Ji Lin’s attack once more and flung out Immortals Forbidden. It exploded into rays of sword radiance and enveloped Bi Chen.

“A lower dao rank weapon won’t even break this seat’s defenses!” Contempt dawned in Bi Chen’s eyes and he came straight for the human, not bothering to dodge the response.

Pfft pfft pfft!

The crimson sword light instantly pierced through Bi Chen’s armor and sprayed blood through the air amidst his anguished howls.

“You dare take my sword light straight on?” Lu Yun sneered at the divine beast almost flayed alive in the air.

“A sword cultivator!” Ji Lin gasped and hastily dismissed his own momentum. He stood on top of the fire qilin image and looked warily at Lu Yun.

Flying swords were the easiest treasure to master; flying through the air on a sword was almost the hallmark of a cultivator. While many possessed a flying sword, they used it only as any other treasure. Few were those...