“H-How did he manage to accomplish this?” Lin Yun had widened his mouth with shock filled in his eyes. After all, Zhuge Qingyun was able to fight six Samsara Edict Realm experts, and not a single one of them could inflict any injuries on him.

But Jian Jingtian easily unleashed a sword ray at the summit of the fleeting clouds that pierced through Zhuge Qingyun’s palm from a thousand miles away, and had even left a cut on his cheek.

“Junior Brother!” Feng Jue could feel his blood boiling at this moment as he clenched his right fist. Everyone was shocked by the strength that Jian Jingtian had shown, but Feng Jue never doubted that Jian Jingtian had such strength. Amongst the same generation, Feng Jue firmly believed that Jian Jingtian was the strongest.

“The Sword Sect is really annoying. It has been eighteen years, and your temper hasn’t changed one bit.” Zhuge Qingyun stood on the surface of the ocean as the wound on his palm slowly closed up. When he touched his cheek and saw the blood on his fingers, his already dark expression suddenly smiled.

“I don’t care what you do outside the Fleeting Cloud Island. But if you dare to humiliate my master within...