Xia Liu stood still in front of the people, the Flowing Fire Sword shimmering with blinding red vastness.
The scorching sensation burned in the heart and soul of everyone present.
The tranquil atmosphere was such that the drop of a pin could be heard.
This was the first time Zhu Hai faced this legendary existence so closely.
Saying he wasn't nervous would be pretentious.
The number one Martial Artist in the Warrior Realm, young in age, killed the Falling Petal Sword God Zhu Long with one palm.
With such abilities, his appearance might mean the millennium foundation of Falling Sunset Mountain is about to crumble.
Just as Zhu Hai was about to speak, Xia Liu preempted him: "Everyone, don't be nervous. I haven't come to cause trouble, but to ask some questions of you all."
As he spoke, Xia Liu moved his Divine Sense, and the Flowing Fire Sword vanished in an instant.
Seeing Xia Liu put away the fiery Divine Sword, everyone present quietly breathed a sigh of relief.
