The three sword lights that encircled Yu Lie were none other than the three Sword Envoys stationed within the Sword Garden.
Among them, the one who bore a particularly unfriendly attitude toward Yu Lie was the Slaughter-Immortal Sword Envoy, whose features resembled those of the Danshu Immortal.
A cold snort echoed:
“You scoundrel, speak quickly. What exactly did you do beneath the Sword Garden grounds to disturb the entire Immortal Palace? Did you disrupt the Immortal Masters' seclusion?”
The Slaughter-Immortal Sword Envoy radiated hostility from head to toe, his gaze locked tightly on Yu Lie’s entire being, as if any moment now he would tear Yu Lie apart and seize his soul by force.
Fortunately, the nearby Execution-Immortal Sword Envoy immediately coolly interjected:
“Slaughter, the talent has just come up. Don’t go slapping a heavy label on him. Let the man speak properly.”
Upon hearing this, the Slaughter-Immortal Sword Envoy reluctantly retracted the sword light pressing down on Yu Lie, but still sneered coldly: