Over the Star Sea, Sword Qi surged, clearing the heavens for a thousand miles. Not a cloud remained. The sea and sky blended into one another, creating a magnificent and perfectly natural vista.
"Unfortunately, someone is spoiling the view…"
Lü Yang sighed, then turned to the sharp-browed young man glaring at him from the front. "Daoist, you've been chasing me for quite some time. Might I ask your name?"
"Tianxing, of the Celestial Sword Pavilion!"
Ye Xingfeng made no attempt to conceal his identity. In fact, Sword Cultivators from the Celestial Sword Pavilion never deigned to hide their origins, taking great pride in who they were.
After all, the Sword Pavilion could rival even the Stain Sect.
In every Great War of Righteous and Evil, the Dao Court and the Pure Land always held back and coasted, while only the Sword Pavilion charged forward without hesitation, fighting the Stain Sect to the bitter end.
The blood feud between the two sects spoke for itself.
