Clang!
The crisp sound of weapons clashing was followed by the Zen Staff's mournful wail as it was instantly cleaved into two pieces.
The aura of the Immortal Soldier frantically dissipated.
The Sumeru Mountain Saint Master was knocked back thousands of feet, smashing through a mountain peak before finally coming to a stop.
"This guy!!"
The Saint Master, his arm numb, looked incredulously at the figure opposite him.
At the same time, a look of shock and doubt flashed in Fa Hai's eyes.
"He's here, he's here!"
"It's Observatory Master Qingfeng!!"
The Great Cultivators watching from afar shouted excitedly.
The one floating mid-air in a green robe, if not Lin Heng, then who?
"Daoist Lord..."
The weakened inner circle spoke, unable to suppress their excitement.
They could clearly see it.
A faint Purple Qi was already surrounding Lin Heng.
