Chapitre 288: We need your help, Brother Feng

On the outer training grounds of the Immortal Sword Sect.

Five disciples, each wielding a different weapon, focused their attention on the young man standing confidently in the center with his hand behind his back.

The young man calmly gazed at them with a glint of optimism shining in his eyes.

As the wind whipped through his hair, he exuded an air of quiet confidence that made the other disciples shift uncomfortably on their feet.

His sharp eyes exuded confidence and arrogance.

One of the disciples, holding a spear in his hand, suddenly rushed towards the young man.

The disciple's skill was impressive, already at the first stage of the Foundation Establishment Realm.

Energy surged through the air as the disciple thrust his spear towards the young man, aiming for his heart.

However, with a swift sidestep, the young man effortlessly avoided the attack.