I have 480,000 flying swords like this.

When people are extremely angry, they can be extremely angry. Chen Xia has said this more than once, for example right now.

He spat out, and a pure purple gold little sword shot out, tearing through the void like a purple bird gliding by, arrogantly piercing through the image of Golden Eagle's golden claws.

With no suppression, the reserve disciple instantly got up, about to rush and attack Golden Eagle. This was clearly courting death.

Fortunately, Golden Eagle had no time to deal with the reserve disciple, his eyes fixed dead on the purple gold little sword suspended in midair, alarm bells ringing in his heart.

Earlier, his divine sense had been too loose, and he hadn't noticed anything around him. So how could he have not detected the appearance of this purple gold little sword?

If the purple gold little sword had stabbed his head instead of the image of the golden claw...

Golden Eagle felt a chill down his spine, not daring to think further. He casually batted away the charging reserve disciple, faced the purple gold little sword, and said in a deep voice.

"I don't know which senior has such elegant interest, actually unsheathing a sword against me, a mere disciple!"

Accompanying Golden Eagle was another mysterious species, with a tall and mighty physique, a head with lightning and thunder horns, handsome features, and right now also stared fixedly at the purple gold flying sword, saying:

"The two of us are the incense-bearing dao servants under the Three Elders, although our status is not high, we still have some position. You should come out and explain."

As the two of them spoke, their divine sense swiftly scanned the surroundings, but they detected nothing, only able to sense the fierce sword intent on the purple gold little sword.

The two became even more cautious, frowning, already grasping techniques in their hands, ready to unleash them at any moment.

The reserve disciple had fallen to the side, resentment filling his eyes, but no one paid him any attention now.

The purple gold little sword suddenly trembled and let out a cry, the sword tip turning over to point at Golden Eagle's group.

"You've made a mistake."

A plain silhouette emerged, a man in green clothes appearing before them out of thin air. He held up two fingers at them and continued:

"And a terrible mistake at that."

Golden Eagle's brows furrowed. He didn't recognize this person, but someone who had a magic treasure like the purple gold little sword must be a sword cultivator backed by the Elders. He didn't dare to be negligent, and quickly explained:

"Cultivators snatching from each other is common, higher realm cultivators have special privileges - this is something the Three Elders often teach us, we're just acting according to their teachings..."

As Golden Eagle spoke, his eyes glanced at the reserve disciple, then looked back at Chen Xia, continuing:

"If this person has a relation with you, then we can be considered to have come into conflict. But if you want to make unreasonable demands, we'll have to let the Three Elders handle this."

The Three Elders of Azure Sky Sword Sea were peak Sky Patching Realm powerhouses. No matter how formidable this man in green was, he probably shouldn't go against the Three Elders.

Golden Eagle thought this, and had already prepared what to say next - he would claim it was unintentional, casually apologize, and that would be the end of it.

If this man in green still pursued the issue, he would bring out the Three Elders.

Chen Xia shook his head. "Your mistake isn't that. I also very much agree with the Three Elders' words."

After all, he was about to beat up these two people next, which could also be considered cultivators vying with each other.

Golden Eagle's brows furrowed, not understanding. "If you agree, then we haven't made any mistake, right?"

"No." Chen Xia shook his head. "You made a mistake, a terrible mistake."

He lightly lifted his foot, as if about to step down, continuing:

"You tore down my pavilion."

Golden Eagle was briefly stunned, then quickly explained, "It was unintentional. Seeing the pavilion was too dilapidated, we pushed it down to rebuild a new one for you."

It had to be said, Golden Eagle's mind turned very quickly, immediately thinking of an explanation.

Unfortunately, Chen Xia didn't fall for this.

The purple gold little sword didn't move.

Chen Xia lifted his raised foot and stepped down. No one reacted in time. It was as if Chen Xia had blinked out of existence for an instant, directly flashing up to clutch Golden Eagle's head and lift him high up, demanding:

"Rebuild? I don't see you having rebuilt anything yet, trying to fool a ghost?"

Golden Eagle's body seemed to be suppressed by thousands of strands of sword intent, completely unable to move. His heart shook with fear and he hurriedly shouted:

"We'll help you rebuild right away!"

"Fix your brain first." Chen Xia casually tossed Golden Eagle away. The purple gold little sword instantly arrived, directly hovering over Golden Eagle's head.

There was still the thunder-horned mysterious species left.

Chen Xia casually waved a finger, and a golden yellow flying sword appeared out of thin air, suspended by his side.

Golden Eagle's group looked at this golden flying sword, their hearts filling with even greater shock and disbelief.

This was actually a sword cultivator with two life swords. And the purer sword intent on the second golden yellow flying sword was even greater than the first purple gold little sword.

"What are you?" Chen Xia tilted his head somewhat puzzledly to look at the thunder-horned mysterious species, rather confused.

He felt that the species of the Great Vast Heavens looked bizarre and hard to recognize.

The mysterious species hurriedly introduced himself: "I am Tian Lei Ling Jiao, an incense-bearing dao servant under the Three Elders, about to be promoted to stoke-bearing dao servant."

There was one identical point between Tian Lei Ling Jiao and Golden Eagle's words - they both liked to mention the Three Elders.

But Chen Xia never fell for this. He wasn't beating up the Three Elders.

"Do you know who I am?" Chen Xia pointed at himself and asked.

Tian Lei Ling Jiao was stunned for a moment, pondering briefly before shaking his head. "I haven't heard much about you. But if you give me a hint, I should know - I'm on good terms with many Elders of the sect."

Chen Xia raised a finger, bringing the golden flying sword behind him into motion as well, and shook his head.

"Then you're no good. Coming to the dwelling of a reserve disciple, yet not knowing who I am."

Tian Lei Ling Jiao was truly troubled. He had originally thought there were no formidable figures in the reserve disciple area, he only needed to get on the good side of those few Elders.

But he hadn't expected a character like this to suddenly appear, and the problem was precisely that he had never heard of Chen Xia's name before.

With things as they were, it was truly difficult for him to answer.

"You must be a genius of the sect, secretly cultivating in the reserve disciple area!" Golden Eagle was the first to give a reply.

Chen Xia patted Golden Eagle's head, sighing:

"Such a useful brain, not brewing it into soup is truly a waste."

Golden Eagle's body shuddered, somewhat chilled. He didn't dare make another sound.

The reserve disciple off to the side did know Chen Xia, but it wasn't his place to speak.

Tian Lei Ling Jiao furrowed his brows tightly, staring at the two flying swords, his mind racing to think of which personage in the sect was a sword cultivator who possessed two life swords.

He racked his brains, but was unable to come up with an answer. He could only reply first:

"You must be a sword genius of the sect. We don't recognize you, so you must be a senior who is secretly cultivating here!"

"No." Chen Xia shook his head, lifting a finger to bring the two flying swords into emitting a lingering hum.

"Not two, for flying swords like these, I have... forty-eight thousand, probably."