'It's time to end this farce.'
'Time to end the Great Yan Dynasty's Celestial Mandate ahead of schedule.'
'How could he, a dignified Upper Three Grades Sword Immortal of this age, an ancestral figure of the Wanluo Sword Sect, possibly lose to a Celestial Martial Artist?'
Lu Mingyuan would wait no longer. He stared in Liu Tiandu's direction and said:
"Come. Fight!"
Liu Tiandu glanced at the beautiful Female Sword Attendant beside him and said softly,
"My sword."
Upon hearing him, the beautiful Female Sword Attendant nodded. A sword-shaped sigil appeared on her forehead, shimmering.
A jade-green, ghostly radiance erupted, forming a pillar of fire hundreds of yards thick and stretching for dozens of miles, striking a corner of the heavens.
The entire valley grew unbearably hot from the power of this Flying Sword. The crisp, breezy autumn instantly transformed into a sweltering summer.
From the Sword Attendant's forehead, Liu Tiandu drew a long sword, ancient and grey-green.
