"Ha! Two Remnants of Shenlong Sect. I'm surprised you survived numerous calamities and even made such tremendous strides in your cultivation base. However, your luck runs out today!"
The old Sword Saint's expression was icy as he unsheathed the King-level Sword from his back.
The blade was as white as snow, emitting a shimmering, cold light.
When the old Sword Saint gripped this sword, the surrounding air suddenly grew heavy. It seemed as if countless tiny wisps of Sword Qi were slowly brewing within it.
The temperature plummeted.
Seeing the old Sword Saint unsheathe his sword, the disciples of the Sword God Sect all revealed fanatical expressions. The old Sword Saint was the spiritual monument of the Sword God Sect, a god in the eyes of all disciples.
Ye Yun sat in the carriage, calmly watching everything unfold, his expression serene.
