As I looked through the crowd, I saw a middle-aged man in a Taoist robe among the chaotic army, continually making hand signs to cast spells. He was the one controlling the flying sword, killing people from afar!
"Old Two, what on earth is this guy!"
Zhang Ping's expression looked grim: "Even a first-rate master of Da Qi can't achieve this!"
"He should be..."
Zhang An said: "He should be a cultivator."
"A cultivator?"
Zhang Ping was perplexed.
"I read in that talismanic scripture that there are people in the world who can devour nature's spiritual energy to cultivate themselves, ascending to the heavens and delving into the earth, living for eternity."
Zhang An said: "This person might be a cultivator."
"An immortal? There are immortals in the court?!"
Zhang Ping exclaimed in horror: "Is heaven going to destroy me?!"
While the two were speaking, the flying sword slaughtered soldiers around them as easily as cutting through melons.
A man from the skies descended.
"Hehe~"
