"Isn't he living in seclusion at the Confucian Temple?"
"When did he come out?"
Ning Tomb remained silent. He brought two fingers together, and black Literary Qi merged with red Taoist Qi. He was, in fact, a Great Cultivator practicing both Confucian and Daoist Dual Cultivation.
In an instant, two auras surged violently between heaven and earth, like the appearance of world-shaking Treasure Swords.
"This is bad! Retreat! Those are the Military Saint's two Lifebound Treasures: Slaying Dao and Asking the Buddha. Both were forged from the souls of those he killed, and they are normally stored in his Qi Sea. If he unleashes them, heaven and earth will know no peace!"
Above the sea of clouds, the numerous prying strands of Divine Sense all scattered, no longer daring to watch.
High in the clouds, the tip of an eight-hundred-meter-long sword appeared, shimmering with vibrant colors like a crimson sun.
