Chapter 1803

Three days later, the Horizon Sect set off with their disciples, many of whom were at least warrior emperors or higher. A formation of flying swords soared toward the Skyblue Sect, carrying nearly 200,000 disciples. Meanwhile, Severin was engrossed in a game of chess with Felipe in a tranquil pavilion. "Hardin is getting chubbier and cuter by the day," Wuhlricht remarked as he cradled his little grandson. He very much enjoyed spending time with the baby. Severin smiled as he observed the situation. "I am sure that the Horizon Sect will soon arrive to launch an attack on our sect. Hardin seems to enjoy your company, so perhaps you can remain in the sect with him during the battle. We have enough level nine royal saints to contend with them." Wuhlricht's expression grew serious, and he responded, "That won't do. I am still the leader of the Skyblue Sect. As the leader, it would be ludicrous for me not to show up on the battlefield." Samuel, who had already become a level nine royal