"He doesn't care about any worldly matters, he does everything based on his mood."
"If his mood is good, he might save an ordinary person, but if not, he won't hesitate to kill a Saint Heir from the Imperial Rule Immortal Sect."
"Is he really that strong?" someone beside asked.
Hearing this question, the person who had been answering fell silent for a moment.
Eventually, he lifted his head and gazed into the distant horizon, speaking faintly, "In our Nine States Domain, the younger generation universally acknowledges two great sword experts.
One is called the Sky-reaching Sword God, whose swordsmanship is domineering and incomparable, never sheathing his blade until blood has been spilled.
The other is Xiao Mo, it's said that during a battle, he only needs to utter 'Sword, come,' and his longsword will traverse the Endless Void, descending from the Other Shore to this place.
No one has ever seen his sword, because anyone who has seen him draw his sword is already dead.
