Powerful!
So powerful!
Following this, a figure slowly descended onto the Sky-reaching Giant Sword at the center of the great hall, standing proudly atop the sword.
It was a middle-aged man in a moon-white robe.
Majestic, domineering, he towered over the world!
An overwhelming Sword Pressure cascaded outwards from the white-robed figure, making everyone feel as if they were bearing the weight of the Ancient Divine Mountain, unable to move a single finger.
Others trembled, collapsing onto the ground, their robes soaked with cold sweat.
Finally, the white-robed man swept his gaze across the crowd, his starlit eyes shining brilliantly.
"Fifteen people? Hmph, hmph, have young ones of later generations become so weak and worthless?"
The white-robed man spoke with a strong tone of disappointment and dissatisfaction.
"I am the Great Wilderness Sword Saint!"
Though not loud, his voice was like thunder, exploding in everyone's ears.
Sword Saint!
Great Wilderness Sword Saint!
