Outside Sword Valley.
An incessant clamor of voices filled the air.
The crowd from Jianghai City hurried through the forest, their faces alight with excitement as they rushed toward the center of Sword Valley, eager to catch a glimpse of the Sword God.
"Haha, that Sword Saint was so aggressive, insisting our Jianghai Sword God come out and fight. I didn't expect him to be so weak, though!"
"After this battle, it looks like the so-called Sword Saint is going to become a laughingstock."
"Pah! What damn Sword Saint? He even destroyed our Jianghai's Martial Arts Holy Land! Someone who could do something so dishonorable doesn't deserve the title of Sword Saint at all!"
As they spoke, they were about to reach the center of Sword Valley.
Some of the Star Martial Artists with stronger Perception Power immediately sensed Qin Yang's form turn transparent before vanishing into thin air.
"Huh?"
