Numerous sky-prides of the swordsmanship world stood before the Sword Gauntlet, admiring this towering building.
The moment they got closer to the building, the more they could feel the mysteriousness of the Daoist Rhyme it contained. This was a kind of existence that people of their level could not comprehend.
The people from the Linghu clan were not in the mood to decipher the mysteriousness behind it. After all, they could not apprehend it even if they tried anyway. On the contrary, it was the gossip they heard from the crowd around them that made them look extremely downcast.
The other sky-prides, who were their equals, threw mocking glances at them too.
Clearly, the fact that the Linghu clan had lost one spot this time seemed to have made them associate it with something, and they were all taking pleasure at their misfortune.
"Chu Kuangren!"
