The succession ceremony was presided over by True Spirit Master, with Floating Sword Master and Benjamin York of the Grand Sword Sect observing from the side. Also present were Prince Morgan and legendary powerhouses from various major sects. Even if a legendary or even a demigod-level powerhouse attempted to disrupt the ceremony, for the sake of the greater good, Michael Bolton dared not make a fuss.

After approaching Floating Sword Master, he could only lower his voice and quietly say, “Senior Floating Master, there is something I need to report to you.”

“Hmm?”

Floating Sword Master frowned slightly.

“What is it?”

Michael Bolton glanced at Edward Hunt and the others sitting beside Floating Sword Master, hesitated for a moment, and still whispered, “There is a man named Xuantian Sect who broke into our Linmen Sword Sect, killed an innate secret realm deacon, and in the ancestral mountain, killed three elder masters guarding the ancestral mountain. According to information provided earlier by an outer disciple, this man named Xuantian Sect came to our Linmen Sword Sect seeking revenge, and I fear he may hinder the progress of the succession ceremony.”

“Xuantian Sect? Killed three elder masters of the ancestral mountain!?”

Floating Sword Master’s expression turned slightly cold.

Someone actually dared to come to their Linmen Sword Sect and commit murder!?

“Floating Sword Master, is there a problem? If you need help, just say the word. If it’s within my power, I will not refuse.”

Although Michael Bolton deliberately kept his voice low, Edward Hunt, Morgan, and the others were all terrifying demigod-level beings. As long as they wished to extend their domain, they could hear every movement within a dozen miles, let alone the conversation between Michael Bolton and Floating Sword Master.

“No need, it’s just a petty thief. I’ll go deal with him now. I hope it won’t disturb everyone’s enjoyment.”

Benjamin York of the Grand Sword Sect glanced at Floating Sword Master and said, “Since the other party dares to come to our Linmen Sword Sect, he must have some means. Xuantian Sect is not the title of a Supreme Myth, but I estimate he’s at least at the legendary level. Be careful, make it quick, and don’t cause too much commotion, so as not to disrupt the normal order of the succession ceremony.”

“Don’t worry, senior brother. I’ll be right back.”

As Floating Sword Master spoke, he stood up, intending to learn the details from Jason Young and Hannah Grant, and search the mountain for the arrogant man named Xuantian Sect.

At that moment, Jason Young, who had been respectfully standing behind Michael Bolton, seemed to sense something. His gaze swept across the crowd and instantly locked onto a man in green clothing.

“About twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, dressed in green, white at the temples, holding a dark red demon sword…”

Recalling Hannah Grant’s many descriptions of Xuantian Sect in his mind, Jason Young stared fixedly at the man in green standing fifty or sixty meters away among the spectators, his breath nearly stopping.

And as he looked at the man in green, that man seemed to sense it as well, turning his head and giving Deacon Jason Young a faint, ambiguous smile.

“What’s wrong?”

Michael Bolton immediately noticed Jason Young’s abnormality.

“That man… Hannah Grant’s description of Xuantian Sect matches that man in green exactly.”

The moment Jason Young saw the man in green, he was truly frightened.

After killing an innate secret realm deacon and three elder masters of the Linmen Sword Sect, he still dared to brazenly appear at the sect’s succession ceremony. How arrogant, how utterly contemptuous—he simply didn’t put the entire Linmen Sword Sect in his eyes.

“Lord Floating…”

Naturally, Floating Sword Master also heard Jason Young’s words. His gaze shifted and landed on the man in green. As he looked at the man, the man’s gaze also turned to him. Their eyes met in the void, but no ripples were stirred.

Calm!

Because the man in green’s eyes were too calm—so calm that he didn’t seem like an arrogant madman coming to the Linmen Sword Sect for a massacre.

However…

Under the gaze of a demigod-level powerhouse like himself, the man didn’t show the slightest abnormality…

Frowning, Floating Sword Master strode forward, quickly crossing the fifty or sixty meters between them, and came to stand before the man in green.

Floating Sword Master—what a status he held. Although today’s main characters were Samuel Lincoln and Eric Longman, when Floating Sword Master left his seat and walked toward the man in green, he still drew the attention of a few people.

“You look unfamiliar, may I ask your name?”

The man in green glanced at Jason Young following behind Floating Sword Master, smiled slightly, and said, “Don’t you already know?”

“We already know…”

Floating Sword Master’s expression darkened. “You are Xuantian Sect.”

“I am.”

Seeing the man in green answer so readily, a sharp light flashed in Floating Sword Master’s eyes, carrying a spiritual pressure almost tangible: “Deacon Tang Yun of my Linmen Sword Sect, and the three elders on the ancestral mountain—did you kill them?”