The teachings and imparting of the Dao grew increasingly intense, leaving all the Sword Cultivators feeling as though each second was an eternity.
At this moment, Elder Wuxin suddenly paused briefly. Unable to contain himself, he bent over, his eyes widened as his gaze repeatedly swept over the Sword Ghost.
He was trying to locate Li Mo, whose Sword Intent had briefly emerged.
The fleeting Sword Intent disappeared in an instant, leaving Elder Wuxin with nothing to show for his efforts but to withdraw his head.
Though it spanned only one or two breaths, this brief respite allowed the Sword Cultivators to catch their breath and stabilize their injuries. Some of them actively formed alliances.
Xu Guang's eye sockets became surrounded by bulging veins, and his breathing grew heavier.
"Hidden within Juxin Temple, are they planning to be the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind?"
