The sky was filled with countless flying swords, their sword qi surging fiercely!
Lin Shiming and Lin Xianzhi also stopped hiding and boldly stepped out.
Once trapped by a formation, even the most clever of techniques would find it difficult to remain concealed.
However, a trace of worry still lingered in their eyes.
Especially Lin Xianzhi, who stared at the old man carrying the sword, for this elder was clearly not just a simple sword cultivator but also a third rank supreme grade formation master!
"Wan Qing, are you so confident that you aren't afraid of us joining forces against you?" Lin Shiming also fixed his gaze on Wan Qing.
"Haha, join forces? Do you really think I, Wan, am afraid of your cooperation?" Wan Qing spoke with scorn.
"Without even this bit of confidence, how can one have the courage to step into the realm of a True Person?"
As he spoke, he exuded an air of valor, then disdainfully looked at Lin Shiming:
