Shushan Sword Sect.
Boom!
The space outside the mountain suddenly shattered, and a blood-soaked figure, aided by the light of a sword, burst out from the deep void.
Looking at the familiar mountain gate ahead, Elder Xuan Yuan, with a pale face, felt a sense of relief, but thinking of that hateful Willow God, his eyes couldn't help but show a venomous look.
"Damn mortal wild demon, daring to attack me, I must tear you to pieces!"
Filled with hatred, Elder Xuan Yuan quickly flew towards the mountain gate.
He was not like that Willow God, with no foundation, since he couldn't fight the opponent himself, he would report the incident to the sect.
Inside the Shushan Great Hall.
A group of elders was summoned for a meeting.
"Xuan Yuan, weren't you supposed to handle the state religion affairs with the Great Qin Empire? How did you end up like this?"
As soon as Xuan Jian entered, he saw the pale-faced Xuan Yuan, who was clearly suffering from severe injuries, his aura was weak.
