"Mad Howl, why are you so anxious? Play with our master for a while longer."
The only female venerable, Deng Qiu, chuckled.
The other venerables glanced at him and their hearts tightened, afraid that this lunatic would snatch their credit.
Instead, their blood energy surged as they prepared for their ultimate move.
Clang—
Suddenly, the world fell silent. One could only hear the pleasant sound of a saber.
Then, darkness engulfed the ground.
That saber beam was darker than the night and deeper than the abyss.
It devoured light, wind, and afterimages.
It seemed to have disappeared. It was invisible and weightless.
However, everyone's hearts trembled, as if they had sensed something terrifying was about to descend.
"Old Eight's saber is still so stunning!"
Blood Vengeance sighed inwardly, but it was also a pity.
