The bright yellow flying sword was not made of gold or iron, but a wooden sword that carried the fragrance of pear blossoms within its sword wind.
This sword was not sharp, and the one who launched the sneak attack was merely an Immortal King of the Fourth Calamity of the Eternals, but Senluo's eyes narrowed slightly, not underestimating the incoming presence.
He did not take the sword light head-on but instead, his figure flickered and disappeared from where he stood, reappearing on the other side of the Altar of the Bell, avoiding the sword.
The guards below the Altar of the Bell saw the Immortal King's visage who came to their aid, their faces drastically changed, filled with indescribable terror and not a trace of joy.
One of the Fate Immortal guards, scared out of his wits, pointed at the Immortal King in the sky and stammered,
"Plague... 'Plague King' Lv Wen! How has he come out of seclusion! Ah—"
