Chapter 689: Shuttle One

"Who might you be, Daoist? I, Yuan, have a good memory, yet I do not recall ever making the acquaintance of a cultivator such as yourself,"

Yuan Qiuque frowned as he spoke.

"It must be a demon cultivator from the Vermilion Bird Demon Palace! Look at the magic artifact!"

Suddenly, a cyan lightning bolt plunged from the sky, strikingly it transformed into a talisman sword shaped like a cyan-green flood dragon, aiming directly downward at Lin Xin's crown.

"How audacious!!"

Two cyan-robed cultivators suddenly appeared in midair, shielding the individual below while they simultaneously counterattacked.

One wielded an umbrella, the other a spear, both fiercely striking the cyan longsword.

With a clang, the cyan longsword cracked and flew backward.

"How dare you disrespect our master, kill...."

"Stand down."

The young master interrupted his subordinate, speaking indifferently.

"Yes."