It was as if he was riding a real dragon, appearing like an immortal descending to the mortal world.
In contrast, they seemed like demon cultivators being pursued relentlessly, fearing for their lives.
Feeling such terrifying sword intent, they immediately suspected that their adversary was a sword cultivator from the Tianjian Sect.
Because, aside from the cultivators of that Nascent Soul Sect, nobody else could control such dreadful sword intent.
"Who told you that only the sword cultivators of the Tianjian Sect can control sword intent?"
"You're really looking at the sky from the bottom of a well."
The clone of Zhou Sui slowly landed on the ground, casually looking at this group of Golden Core demon cultivators.
He felt that the reputation of the Tianjian Sect seemed quite big in the Canglan Sea realm. It was as though any formidable sword cultivator was inevitably from the Tianjian Sect.