Disciple of the Heaven's Sword Palace

This slash was incredibly quick. In fact, it was so quick that it arrived in front of Ling Han before the sound of its swing even traveled over.

Ling Han replied with his fist.

Peng!

His fist collided with the sword light, instantly causing it to shatter into pieces. A human figure flew back in retreat.

However, that person was fairly skilled, and they dispelled most of the force from Ling Han's punch by doing a backflip through the air. They landed on the ground steadily.

It was a female, and she looked to be around 20 years old. She was quite beautiful, yet there was an air of arrogance on her face. If she weren't the darling daughter of some powerful family, then she was probably the beloved young miss of some clan. She had clearly been spoiled.

Behind her, another seven people were briskly walking over. They were all men, and only one of them was a white-haired elder. The other six were all spirited young men.