"Go!"
"Quickly contact the Elders of the Sword Institute! Hurry!"
"Senior Brother Pei, you..."
The Sword Cultivator standing behind Pei Min had not even finished speaking before his vision was enveloped by a sword light so brilliant it reached its peak.
"Ding——————"
A crisp sound echoed.
It was as if the aurora of the heavens had descended upon the world, with the dazzling white light flickering to its extreme.
"Not bad."
The white light vanished in an instant.
The Elder extended one hand, pressing two fingers together, actually pinning down the sword tip that had been sharp to the utmost.
The exposed edge was instantly suppressed back into the longsword.
Pei Min's white robe was billowing wildly, his long hair behind him flying crazily in the fierce wind generated by the clash between the two.
On the other side, however, the Elder appeared calm and composed.
A cyan Sword Gang emerged on Pei Min's surface, isolating the gusts of wind.
