After absorbing Liu Ningxuan’s memories, Ying Tianxian’s immortal countenance brightened, and even the oppressive atmosphere around the Sword Pavilion lightened considerably.
Ying Tianxian had been collecting records of antiquity, hoping to learn about the former owner of this body.
Unfortunately, ancient history was a chaos of scattered bits, almost impossible to piece together.
Having Liu Ningxuan’s fragment of ancient history made up for some of the regret that had long nagged at him.
Suddenly Ying Tianxian felt two fierce attacks strike his back, bursting forth like deadly arrows.
When he turned his head, the two attacks were less than three inches from his brow!
“Myriad Swords Return to the Sect!”
“Palm Thunder!”
While Ying Tianxian was distracted by absorbing Liu Ningxuan’s memories, the Sword Pavilion Supreme and Yun Mengmeng struck again in tandem.
Because Ying Tianxian’s attention was elsewhere, they had the chance to gather power and attack.
Countless sword lights surged from every direction.