Before Fengshou Mountain

"To Fengshou Mountain."

In front of the Sword Pavilion, the sword light that soared into the sky transformed into a thousand-foot-long dragon that instantly exploded, causing a rumbling sound like thunder.

As if it was a stream of light from the sky, a sword light cut through the white clouds in the sky and disappeared.

"That was fast…"

Liu Hong looked at the stream of light disappearing into the distant sky and muttered in a daze.

He was born and raised in the Sword Sect and had seen countless sword experts. He had seen many people with fast sword lights.

He had never seen anyone as fast as Han Muye.

Even those Earth Realm Core Formation cultivators might not have such speed.

"Guard the Sword Pavilion well."

Lu Gao bowed his head and sat cross-legged in front of the stone steps.

"Senior Brother Han said so."

Lin Shen nodded and sat with him.