An Immortal Sect battle?
Qin Zheng's eyes slightly narrowed as he instantly recalled the names of the immortal sects that the other had just mentioned.
Qingxiao Sect, Purple Cloud Sect, Sky-reaching Pavilion.
Outside the endless Demon Lands, it seemed as if immortal sects were everywhere, a vision of a flourishing era.
Thus, he calmly spoke, "Apart from the three sects you just mentioned, are there any other immortal sects?"
At those words, Master Lingxu's face stiffened, as if he had understood something.
Then, his eyes instantly went wide with shock and he yelled, "You're not from Wanxiang Mountain?!"
Qin Zheng's gaze remained calm as he twisted the broadsword that was embedded in Master Lingxu's body.
In an instant, intense pain once again took over all his thoughts.
"No more! No more!"
He hurriedly opened his mouth, and urgently said, "On Wanxiang Mountain, there are only Qingxiao Sect, Purple Cloud Sect, and Sky-reaching Pavilion, no other immortal sects!"
