As soon as he finished speaking, Xuan Lingzi waved his hand as fast as an afterimage. The air was filled with the sound of air being torn apart.
A trace of true essence fluctuation flashed in his wrinkled eyes. A trace of light flashed, and then his hands gathered toward his chest.
"Return of Ten Thousand Swords!!"
Under his old face, his lips opened slightly, and a light shout came out.
Then, the true essence around his body shook and turned into hundreds of sword qi that emitted a cold light behind his back.
The power of the sword qi was self-evident. Under Xuan Lingzi's gaze, the sword qi was like a deadly snake that fixed on Su Yi.
Seeing this, his pupils shrank. He felt the power of the sword qi. It was very terrifying. Was this the strength of a hundred-year-old scumbag?
He was secretly shocked, but his expression did not show it. He had already made a decision in his heart.
