The great door turned into two iron panels, driven by the remaining force of the sword qi, crashing fiercely against the walls of the nearby chamber, causing the entire chamber to tremble violently, with rubble and dust falling down in a steady stream.
A tall figure also slowly walked into this chamber.
The disciples of the Demonic Gate and Sinister Sect were all imprisoned here, and at this moment, they were all staring dumbfoundedly at the person who walked in.
This middle-aged man, around forty years old, had a fair face without a beard, slightly thin, looking very genteel, giving off a very refined impression, and his demeanor was the kind that made one feel very comfortable at first glance.
However, behind him was a sword... a blood-red longsword, without even a sword sheath, just slanted on the back of this middle-aged man, looking particularly eerie and making people feel quite frightened.
