บท 1532: A Song of Swordsmanship

In the sky above, in front of the Divine Tree of Comprehension, all eyes were gazing down at Ye Futian.

This sword strike, indeed, qualified him to meditate before the Divine Tree and obtain the fruit of the Way.

However, Ye Futian had come late.

Lu Qingyao's eyes were indifferent. A ray of cold air drifted out from her, and a young man not far from her looked at her and asked, "Is this the person who robbed junior sister Spring of Life?"

"Mmm." Lu Qingyao nodded, and swiftly, several disciples of the Divine Palace stared at that figure.

This time, a number of outstanding figures had converged from each of the top principalities. Gai Shi Shi of the Golden Divine Nation was extraordinary in strength and was extremely arrogant. He was unwilling to enter the Divine Palace to cultivate, but his combat power was not any less than its direct disciples. Of all the direct disciples here, none had the confidence that they would overcome Gai Shi Shi.