Under this palm, the flying ship was nothing more than a tiny speck and shattered with a single crush.
"Young man, even we sword cultivators have our limits when it comes to our strength," came the familiar voice from Han Muye's ear as he was suppressed by the Heaven Sweeping Banner.
Golden Immortal, Shu Ming, a powerful figure from the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect's God Slaying Hall.
The people from the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect had arrived.
"If your Dao heart is steady, you can handle the situation today.
"But to avoid any estrangement between you and my Sword Sect, I'll ask you one question."
Golden Immortal Shu Ming's voice was solemn.
"Do you want me to lend a hand in saving people?"
The Golden Immortal expert of the Mystic Spirit Sword Sect arrived under the rule of the Cloud Mist Dao Sect to rescue the rebellious members of the Dao Sect who were leaving.
