Han Buxiu stood in the center, his breath stirring vigorously, displaying an aura of invincible arrogance.
He had been suppressed in the Valley of Life and Death for three years.
The childishness had long been thoroughly worn away. Now Han Buxiu felt no affection towards Taotian Palace, only deep-seated hatred!
"Zheng!"
A sword was unleashed.
Han Buxiu showed no sign of stopping, suddenly raising both his hands. His long hair rose like steel needles, his robe billowed, and a magnificent aura condensed around him.
"Boom!"
In an instant.
The void condensed, countless flying swords rapidly formed, converging in the sky above as if a majestic and awe-inspiring sword river had appeared!
"Go!"
Crash!
The great river flowed east, waves rolling endlessly.
At this moment, it seemed that it descended fiercely from the heavens, sweeping swiftly and mightily.
"Stop him quickly!"
Upon seeing this, the crowd exclaimed.
