The sky above the mountain gate of Qiandi Dao Sect.
Looking down at the multitude of Qiandi Dao Sect disciples poised and ready for battle.
Ye Luo stood on his flying sword, holding a sharp longsword in his hand.
Resembling a Sword Immortal, he stood in the sky, gazing down from above.
"You all should step back, I don't wish to injure the innocent,"
Ye Luo said slowly.
His voice was indifferent.
Falling into the ears of those Qiandi Dao Sect disciples below.
The disciples hesitated for a moment but did not step back.
They were the elite disciples of the Qiandi Dao Sect.
Now that the Qiandi Dao Sect was in trouble, it was right for them to step forward.
Seeing this scene,
Ye Luo sighed.
He didn't want to lay his hands on these disciples of the Golden Core Realm.
To act against Golden Core Realm disciples would be to sully his sword.
Now he had made a great name for himself.
All to let his respected master know his whereabouts.
