Soul Sword Qi!
The old man's body trembled, and sword intent rose from his body, enveloping him.
The threat that the soul sword aura posed to him was much greater than that of Lin Shen and Zhao Pu.
The cold sword qi seemed to be able to cut off his soul!
The old man glanced at Han Muye and retreated into the distance.
At this moment, the battle in the stone chamber dispersed. The eight young men in black panted and retreated to the old man's side with gloomy expressions.
Zhao Pu's face was not red and he was not panting. It was obvious that he did not use much strength.
Lin Shen held a large sword in his hand, and his body was filled with fighting spirit.
Excitement flashed across his face.
It turned out that if he fought with all his might, the speed at which he fused with the jade bones of a great cultivator would be many times faster!
