That figure stood tall and unyielding!
In the hand of the Sword King, there was still a sword, which under the dim light, flickered with a silvery-white cold gleam!
It was the Sword King!
Zheng Xing's face instantly turned ashen, for he had not expected the Sword King to arrive so quickly.
The legend of the underground circle, the one who with a single sword, had made it so that the Provincial City's underworld dared not raise their heads, the Sword King was here!
The Sword King held a sword in his hand, and his whole being seemed more like a sharp sword itself. He walked over, his steps slow, yet each one seemed as heavy as a hammer, fiercely crashing into everyone's hearts.
That terrifying sense of oppression made people's hearts involuntarily skip a beat.
A few team members also did not dare to make a move, standing next to the severely injured Qibai, at a loss for what to do.
