Chi Sanqing was also stunned; such skill was indeed rare.
Especially the sword in his hand, incomparably sharp, with tremendous power.
No, that sword seems familiar.
Right, that's the Xuantian Sword.
Upon confirming this, Chi Sanqing almost gaped.
The Xuantian Sword has truly been drawn by someone; no wonder it has such great power, two or three dozen people aren't worth mentioning.
"Who exactly are you?" Chi Sanqing stood there, with a cold and stern gaze, looking at the masked guy.
"Who I am is not important. What's important is that after today, there will be no more Chimu Peak in the Jianghu."
The cold and stern words, every single one, were clear for everyone to hear.
