Wang Zhenren was a little bewildered.
How could he not know Jiang He?
He was the devil himself in the eyes of all cultivators, and one who murdered or destroyed an entire sect if a single word rubbed him the wrong way. Indeed, he had risen to his current level by tramping over the corpses of cultivators such as them.
And yet, at that very moment…
Jiang He was avenging him?
Aside from shock, Wang Zhenren actually felt a faint thrill in his heart.
Whoosh!
Bringing Wang Zhenren along, Jiang He took to the skies above the Ten Thousand Swords Sect and dashed westward.
Outside the mountain archway of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the cultivators were initially spacing out, but soon invoked their immortal items gleaming in golden radiance and roared, "What are you lot spacing out for?"
"Everyone—Mahayana cultivator, Heavenly Immortal—depart right now!"
"Xiao Wang was done dirty, and the score must be settled!"
