Su Xun's expression changed, his fist clenched and then released.
"Fine, if you break your promise..."
Not everyone wants to die.
If one can avoid death, that's for the best.
Su Xun, bringing Han Muye with him, ran swiftly for three hundred miles before stopping in front of a thousand-foot mountain range.
Clouds enshrouded the peak of the mountains, concealing a protection array.
But with Han Muye's cultivation abilities, he saw through the array at a glance. Behind it lay a series of interconnected palaces and pavilions.
The Lingxiao Sword Sect indeed held the status of an Overlord in the Lingxiao Domain, but, unfortunately, they hadn't anticipated the resurgence of such a Contend of Ten Thousand Realms after countless thousands of years.
Truth be told, the vast majority of Continent Domains had forgotten this affair.
"Boom—"
Amidst the clouds, a rumbling sound arose.
Dozens of figures shuttled through the mist, bringing up sprays of blood with each clash.
