The next day, when sunlight dissipated, streaks of light soared across the sky, heading towards the Hidden Sword Manor when they opened the spiritual array sealing the entire manor. Countless people were heading towards the Hidden Sword Lake like a flock of locusts, and the sky had turned dark from their figures.

The scenery today was more lively than the Sword Assembly three days ago. After three days of fermentation, the news of the battle between Ye Qingtian and Feng Shaoyu had long spread throughout Southern Border. Many monstrous Quasi-Saints of the eighteen holy lands had rushed over.

When everyone looked at the center of the lake, there was a giant sword hovering in the air with eight statues in the surroundings, and a person was standing on the Kunpeng statue. The statue’s wings were spread far apart as he sat on the statue’s back, looking as though he would soar to the sky at any time.

“Feng Shaoyu…” A commotion came from the surroundings because this wasn’t the Sword Alliance’s geniuses seeing Feng Shaoyu. But for some reason, they felt that the Feng Shaoyu they saw today was different from usual, but they couldn’t describe how he was different.

“Feng Shaoyu is polite with those...