Witnessing that blood-colored light soaring into the sky, the Knife Saint dared not show a trace of carelessness. He gripped the long saber in his hand tightly, swiftly turning his head towards that blood-colored coffin, his aura suddenly heightened. His clothes rustled even without wind, his long sleeves billowing in the air, producing a loud whistling sound.
Seeing the Knife Saint, everyone was utterly shocked. This Supreme presence who had once entered the Heaven, Earth, and Man Three Gates, at this moment finally displayed the aura a Supreme should have. With the long saber standing on the ground, his towering figure was like a wall, standing in front of everyone, his broad shoulders seeming to be able to hold up the heavens. The ground beneath his feet seemed to tremble as if unable to bear his powerful pressure. At this moment, he truly looked like a heavenly god descending, giving people an insurmountable feeling.
