The arrivals were not cultivators from Jiedu Mansion, but sword cultivators from the Shan Sect.
It was a bit unexpected, but when considering the roots of those sword cultivators, it seemed only more reasonable.
Only the sword cultivators from the Shan Sect would possess such aggressive and fiery initiative.
The situation immediately took a drastic turn; none of these men were greenhorns, each one of them a formidable character who had mixed in the Lizhi Sea. Those with lesser strength couldn't even survive here. With their joining the fray, the tide of the battle shifted, and casualties appeared instantly.
Hou Niao's flying sword was ineffective, the sharp sword energy scraping off a trail of sparks on the black-robed man's body as if he were not human, but something neither metal nor stone; yet such a setback didn't destroy his confidence. Holding his longsword aloft, he swung downward, determined to test how hard this fellow's skin really was.
"Seeking death!"