Chapter 860: The Gathering in the Mortal World

But after laying eyes on Zhou Xuan herself, Jiang Yan's gaze flickered, and he keenly realized that she was no simple figure.

Although, to avoid exposing himself, he had not deliberately used his spiritual sense to probe her cultivation base.

Still, he somehow detected a trace of danger from her.

One must understand that with his current combat power, he was already enough to cross blades with Sun Wheel cultivators.

For this Zhou Xuan to make him sense danger—one could imagine her cultivation was absolutely not shallow, far more terrifying than her elder brother Zhou Yan.

Then, under Jiang Yan's gaze.

Zhou Xuan and the others walked to the Shanmen of Heart Sword Sect and were invited inside by the disciples guarding the mountain.

Seeing the Medicine King Valley people leave, the scene only then returned to its earlier bustle.

One hour later.

From within the crowd, a flurry of urgent voices suddenly rang out: "Quick, look! Heavenly Sword Sect has arrived!"

As the words fell, everyone raised their heads in unison to look at the sky.

They saw several dazzling streams of light streak across above, their might vast, as if vying with the crimson sun for brilliance!

Witnessing this, every cultivator present felt a sharp sting in their eyes, instinctively lowered their heads, shut their eyes, and dared not look up again!

"So far away, yet we still sense such an edge—this must undoubtedly be a Heavenly Being!"

"They say the White Rainbow Sword King, when testing his sword beneath the heavens, always has the Heavenly Sword Ancestor at his side—seems the rumors were true!"

"Worthy indeed of the supreme sword cultivator who could overpower Heart Sword Sect's Elder Wang—the name of Heavenly Sword Ancestor truly lives up to its fame!"

In an instant, the whole venue erupted in discussion, every one of them unable to help but sigh with emotion!

Even Jiang Yan, hidden among the crowd, was suddenly moved, deeply shaken.

That supreme sword-pressure, lofty as a blazing great sun, let him understand at once—if the other wished to kill him, it would probably take only a single thought.

It was no exaggeration to say that in his life, he had seen no few strong cultivators.

But in terms of might, probably only his own clan chief could stand firmly above them!

"With such a strong cultivator protecting her, I needn't worry too much about Zhiwei's safety…"

Jiang Yan sighed inwardly.

Then, sensing the sword-pressure above lessen, he raised his head to look once more.

He saw that before Heart Sword Sect's Shanmen, five figures already stood with feet treading the empty air high above, proud and imposing, their aura terrifying!

The one at the head was a burly, black-haired old man.

Sword brows and starry eyes, gaze blazing like a torch, majesty born without need for anger!