"Where did this madman come from?"
"Not a madman, it's an ancient immortal god from the old court..."
The Sword Master's gaze swept over them, these guys knew quite a few secrets indeed!
Boom!
Ji Jingqiu's presence was like the heavens and daylight, an infinite light burst forth, shooting from every pore, shining through the mist, locking onto the opponent's true form, and a blade came crashing down—
[Sumeru Mustard Seed]!
This slash was as heavy as the accumulation of endless stars, piled up like a mountain, more like a compression of ten universes, all pressing down together to suppress everything.
In the fog, the ashen eyes shot out a terrifying divine light, like a condensed galaxy, yet it was suppressed by the blade light, the long blade mercilessly slashing down, if it struck, there would only be one outcome: split apart.
