Zhao Jiuge was interrupted for an instant by the voice that suddenly appeared, but his Cold Underworld Sword quickly slashed down.

From the corner of his eye, he could clearly see two people. He didn’t even have to think to know they were people from the Flowing Cloud Sect. They had to be the helpers Xiao Yun had called over using the message jade.

On the left was an old man in a white robe with white hair that was just scattered over his shoulders. His face was covered in ditches and was even a little dull.

On the right was a slightly burley middle-aged man with hair scattered across his shoulders. His skin was dark and his eyes were like copper bells. He was wearing a large, yellow robe with the flowing cloud pattern embroidered on the cuffs.

Both of them were on flying swords. The old man stood on a silver flying sword, while the middle-aged man stood on a large, cyan blade. 

Compared to the stiff old man, the middle-aged man was furious and the veins on his head were popping.

The old man was Wang Rui, one of the three elders of the Flowing Cloud Sect. He was the oldest among the elders, but he...