The courtyard's wooden gate was shattered. Smoke rose from the broken wall. Sword had sliced the monk's robes. A long time seemed to have passed, but, in fact, it was very short. Luo Kedi was retreating, with a hand covering his bloody throat. Those eighteen West-Hill Divine Guards, who had just arrived at the broken wall, raised their blades to strike at Ning Que, while shouting angrily.
West-Hill Divine Guards were guards directly under the hierarch. Their states were much higher than the ordinary cavalrymen of Divine Hall. If they were in some common cultivation sect, they would be regarded as extremely powerful men. Swords in their hands were long and straight with runes carved densely on their bodies. The power of those swords would grow with every slash, because of it, it was known as the Divine Blade.