Gathering of the Strong

In the sky, a spirit ship was flying quickly. Wherever it passed, there were endless storms.

On it were the words 'Cloud Desolation Sect' that was filled with a sharp aura.

"Grand Sect Master! The current situation is not good!"

"There are many experts passing by. They're flying towards the Ten Thousand Dragon Ruins. I'm afraid the matter of the Dragon Spring Sword has been completely exposed."

In the vast space of the spirit ship, an elder reported anxiously.

The Dragon Spring Sword was originally theirs. Great, they did not expect the commotion caused by the Sovereign artifact to be so shocking.

The top experts far away could also feel the violence of the Sovereign artifact.

These people had all rushed over.

In other words, their Cloud Desolation Sect suddenly had many competitors. The difficulty of obtaining the Dragon Spring Sword increased exponentially.

This naturally made their expressions very ugly.

"Damn it!"