The Elder Sword Saint, who had lived for several hundred years, had never experienced such a terrifying moment. The white-robed young man, who seemed like a banished immortal, touched him, and his body lost control, flying up like a paper figure. The surrounding disciples of the Sword God Sect were greatly shocked, their eyes wide, staring at the uncontrollable Elder Sword Saint, unable to recover for a long time. Nearby, Zhao Wuji was panting heavily.
Countless thoughts flashed wildly in his mind. Who exactly is this white-robed young man who looks like an immortal? Why could he subdue Master with a single move?
The Elder Sword Saint's uncontrollable body finally stopped one zhang away from Ye Yun.
"Who are you?" The Elder Sword Saint trembled all over, sweating profusely, his heart filled with terror.
