He knew that the Sword Sect would definitely support Central Spirit.
But he didn't expect that it would be the luxurious lineup of both the Sect Master and the Young Sect Leader arriving.
.....
Above the Yi River.
Sword whistles rose and fell, sword light flashed across the sky.
Whether it was young disciples with low cultivation or old Sword Cultivators with considerable cultivation but nearing their end with dwindling blood qi, they all rode flying swords, fighting to kill the enemy.
The Heaven's Vault shook, occasionally illuminated by light, with intense element force fluctuations and spells clashing one after another.
Just as they stepped onto this land of Central Spirit, without time to catch a breath, they were met head-on with a fierce battle.
For disciples of other sects, there would be some discomfort.
But for disciples of a Sword Cultivator sect, it's as simple as eating or drinking water.
