Seeing Xu Zimei retract his sword, many hurriedly withdrew their gaze.
On guard, like obedient students listening to a lecture.
Xu Zimei did not concern himself with others.
This single strike was enough to shock everyone present.
In the future, anyone who thinks the True Martial Holy Sect has become a pushover due to the departure of the True Martial Great Emperor, and believes they can easily bully it, needs to reconsider.
Xu Zimei lifted his head, gazing toward the firmament above.
The battle between the Great Emperor of the Three Blades and Old Man Taishan, though not yet over, was nearing its end.
Burdened with Mount Tai, Old Man Taishan initially had a heavy aura with an impressive momentum.
But as the two fiercely clashed in high-intensity combat.
Clearly, the Great Emperor of the Three Blades had the upper hand.
His blade intent in hand was not only incredibly sharp but also continuous and unending, like a boundless stream.
