In an instant.
Crash——!!!
All the Saints who had surrounded the Divine Sword Sect for years instinctively retreated, their faces showing signs of terror.
Luckily, that figure eventually halted in the void not far from the gathering of Saints giants, standing with hands folded, slowly raising calm eyes like a tranquil lake, quietly gazing at the endless 'old friends' gathered ahead.
Though they are now tyrants and supreme existences, hundreds of years ago, they were nothing but defeated foes of the Sword Saint, a group of mice skilled at fleeing, the once heart demon had already rooted deeply in their hearts.
Millions of cultivators watched this scene, each one marveling at the divine, merely a step-by-step approach triggered countless giants to retreat in fear.
