"Hmm? Is that a distress call from a True Inheritor of the sect via Flying Sword?"
Di Lang True Monarch immediately made a beckoning gesture, and the Small Sword landed in his hand.
As a fellow Cultivator of the Sword Pavilion, the Restriction on it was naturally no obstacle for him.
He bent his index finger and tapped it lightly. The information it carried was instantly relayed to him.
"Hmph!"
Upon hearing the Sea Race's plan, Di Lang True Monarch snorted coldly. "Just a bunch of beasts from the sea, and they dare to dream of overturning the heavens."
As a newly ascended True Monarch, and a Sword Cultivator at that, he didn't fear this sudden turn of events. On the contrary, he felt an eager anticipation building within him.
Since breaking through to the Nascent Soul realm, Di Lang True Monarch had only sparred with his senior brother twice, and both times they had held back.
As for fighting outsiders, he hadn't had any opportunities at all.
