His long hair danced with the wind, his eyes sharp and stern.
A longsword shimmered like a wandering dragon.
"As a sword cultivator, when encountering injustice, one must slash it with a single sword, thus cleansing the sword's heart!"
Brilliant and dazzling light sparkled from his body.
He instantly attracted the attention of the old Taoist and the woman.
The slaughter within Three Clouds Market came to a halt.
A glimmer of hope flickered in the eyes of all the cultivators.
Especially those who narrowly escaped death, gasping for breath as they fell to the ground.
However, more chose not to help, but instead quickened their pace to retreat.
The old Taoist and the woman flew like arrows towards the sword cultivator standing tall in midair.
The world changed colors.
Zhong Heng suddenly looked in one direction.
"A person is here."
"What?"
Qian Hua was taken aback.
