The Heavenly Sword Pavilion had branches spanning hundreds of realms. When Lin Yun raised his head, he saw ten-odd swords piercing the clouds with a person standing on each sword. They looked extraordinary and instantly attracted everyone’s gazes.1

When Lin Yun raised his head, he noticed that these people were all donned white taoist robes with purple threads embroidering a sword on their robes.1

They descended and arrived on the stage, stowing their swords. There were thirteen of them, and they all radiated a powerful sword intent with golden light shining in their eyes, all grasping the Divine Light Sword Intent. Anyone could tell the difference between them and ordinary swordsmen.0

Even in the Heavenly Barren Realm, there weren’t many who grasped the Divine Light Sword Intent, but these thirteen had grasped it. But there was one person with an extraordinary temperament who stood out.0

“That’s the Heavenly Sword Pavilion’s chief disciple, Jiang...0