Ye Qiu stared at the power of this fallen sword; the mountain peak had turned into a thin line of sky, and that sword just now definitely held the power of breaking through the void.
The power of the six realms paired with the Bahuang Sword could actually unleash such immense power?
Ye Qiu was overjoyed. This was something he hadn't noticed before, and the power of the Bahuang Sword today showed him the true destructive force of a supreme treasure.
Suddenly, Ye Qiu felt a chill on his neck; for a moment, he felt as though he was being stared at by a venomous snake.
He was about to turn around when his heart tightened. He glimpsed a figure standing behind him.
"Kid, if you dare move, I'll send you to meet King Yan." The old man's hand silently grasped Ye Qiu's neck, making him dare not move recklessly.
"Hand over the Bahuang Sword," the elder ordered.
Ye Qiu didn't want to move, yet his neck tightened as those hands clutched him so tightly they were about to pierce his skin.
