Nie Tian stared at Han Qianqiu and spoke in a Cold and domineering manner.
"Y-you're going to look for Lord Yang Wanjian?" Han Qianqiu could finally catch his breath as he felt the pressure on his head lessen. However, his expression became even more flustered, and his voice trembled as his teeth chattered.
He never expected that Nie Tian would go look for Yang Xuan directly!
One had to know that Yang Xuan was a Myriad Swordsman, a terrifying existence in the sky.
There were only a few dozen Myriad Swordsmen in the sky.
Moreover, even the Haotian Guardians or Haotian Sword Slaves would not easily attack a Ten Thousand Swords.
Nie Tian was only a swordfish that had just arrived in the sky. Was he really going to fight a Myriad Swordsman just to save his friend?
The crowd exclaimed in shock when they heard Nie Tian's words.
"Is this kid crazy? He's actually going to look for Lord Yang Wanjian directly!"
"This guy's really strong. He can definitely become a Myriad Swordsman. But he's too young and impulsive. Yang Wanjian is famous for his ferocity, so it'll be hard for him to come back alive. "
"Isn't this kid highly valued by Lord Sixth Sky? Why doesn't he go look for Lord Sixth Sky? "
The crowd discussed among themselves, and their expressions were filled with fear when Yang Xuan was mentioned.
The sky's hierarchy was strict. Yang Xuan was a Myriad Swordsman, and he could even kill sword slaves below a hundred swords.
Rumor had it that Yang Xuan had once killed hundreds of swordfish in a fit of rage, and he wasn't punished at all.
It seemed like there was a big shot behind Yang Xuan, and even the six sky guardians didn't dare to touch him.
In fact, the sky's sword slaves were also sword slaves, but they were just the highest level of sword slaves in the sky.
The sky's sword slaves were like supervisors, and the true masters of the sky's sword warriors were the seven sky guardians.
Martial strength reigned supreme among the sky's sword warriors.
As long as you have enough strength, you can challenge people who are of a higher level than you.
Just like Nie Tian, he could directly challenge Han Qianqiu. As long as he could kill Han Qianqiu, he could replace Han Qianqiu's position!
Even the sword slaves in the sky could be challenged.
However, the Sword Pellets in the sky had existed for tens of thousands of years, and no Sword Slave had ever dared to challenge the sky.
"Take me there!" Nie Tian's gaze was gloomy and Cold like a cold pond, and it emitted a bone-piercing chill as he coldly said, "Bring me there!"
"Kid, are you crazy?" Han Qianqiu stared blankly for a moment before shouting, "Is it worth risking your life for your two useless friends? Do you know who Lord Yang Wanjian is? If I bring you there, we'll both die! "
Yang Xuan was cruel and bloodthirsty. He was famous among the sky sword martial artists.
Han Qianqiu knew that if he brought Nie Tian to see Yang Xuan, there would only be one outcome — death!
Yang Xuan had a powerful figure backing him, so he wasn't even afraid of the sky sword martial artists.
"My friends aren't useless!" The look in Nie Tian's eyes darkened as he let out a roar. Immediately, the sword shadow that was floating in midair suddenly sank down and directly pressed down.
"Bang!" A muffled explosion resounded in the air as Han Qianqiu's figure was sent flying. The air was filled with a bloody stench.
"Argh! My arm! "Han Qianqiu stabilized himself. Half of his body was covered in blood, and one of his arms had been shattered.
Nie Tian didn't kill him, but broke one of his arms instead.
The look in Nie Tian's eyes was incomparably grim as he said coldly, "I'll say it again. Take me to him!"
Sensing the killing intent in Nie Tian's eyes, Han Qianqiu hesitated for a few seconds before nodding his head, "I-I'll bring you there."
"Let's go!" With a bellow, Nie Tian arrived by Han Qianqiu's side in a single step like a wild beast. Then, he reached out his hand and lifted Han Qianqiu off the ground.
Han Qianqiu trembled in fear when he felt Nie Tian's strength.
He couldn't imagine how a Rank Eight Pseudo Sacred Martial Body could be so strong.
"That kid really went to find Lord Yang Wanjian!" Everyone looked at the disappearing figures of Nie Tian and Han Qianqiu. They couldn't help but tremble, wishing they could follow them.
Under Han Qianqiu's lead, Nie Tian soon arrived at a huge valley.
At the entrance of the valley, two giant swords fell from the sky. The aura they exuded was incomparably sharp, giving people a strong sense of oppression.
The two giant swords were like huge doors, imposing and majestic.
"Lord Yang Wanjian is in here," Han Qianqiu said as he looked at the valley in front of him.
At the same time, in the valley …
To be precise, this was no longer a valley, but an open-air plaza.
There was a huge platform on the plaza, surrounded by huge pavilions.
At this moment, there were dozens of female swordsmen dancing on the platform. They were graceful and graceful, like fairies.
These female swordsmen were all dressed in chiffon clothes. Their faces were exquisite and beautiful, and as they danced, their graceful figures could be seen through the chiffon.
What was even more shocking was that these female swordsmen were extremely strong. Even the weakest among them was a Rank Pseudo Sacred Martial Soul.
If they were in the realms, they would definitely be monstrous powerhouses.
But at this moment, they could only sing and dance for the entertainment of others.
In each of the pavilions outside the high platform, there was a middle-aged man dressed in luxurious clothes. Beside them, there were several scantily clad women serving them.
These women were also swordsmen, and their strength was no weaker than the female swordsmen on the high platform.
"Hahaha! Brother Yang, the Sword Ladies this time are really not bad. They're much better than the previous batch. " At this moment, a man laughed as he drank his wine. His eyes were filled with undisguised lust as he looked at the people on the high platform.
"Hmm, these Sword Ladies are not bad, but these maidservants are a lot worse." The person who was addressed as Brother Yang was a middle-aged man with a fat head and big ears. With a cold smirk, he suddenly turned to look at one of the maidservants beside him. The corner of his lips twitched as he reached out and grabbed the maidservant by her neck.
"Brother Yang, are you going to kill someone again?" The eyes of the others trembled upon seeing this. They actually became excited.
This fat man was none other than Yang Xuan, the famous Ten Thousand Swords of the Sky Sword Martialists!
As for the other men, they were the same as Yang Xuan. They were all Ten Thousand Swords.
With a status like the Ten Thousand Swords, there was no need for them to mine sword intent.
These Ten Thousand Swords could not leave the Sky Sword Martialists, so they found some female swordsmen to have some fun.
These female swordsmen were all forcibly brought to the Sky Sword Martialists.
Compared to the sword slaves who mined sword intent, their experiences were even more tragic.
Not only did they have to serve Yang Xuan and the others, but they could also be killed if they weren't careful.
For example, Yang Xuan was furious and wanted to kill the maidservant in his hand.
The other Ten Thousand Swords were already used to this scene, so they weren't nervous at all. Instead, they looked forward to the scene where Yang Xuan would crush the maidservant to death.
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