His attainments in the way of the sword were very high. Ever since he started cultivating, he had experienced countless battles of all sizes. He had never been defeated, and no one had been able to block a sword.
Three years ago.
He had even killed a True Spirit with a single sword strike. He had become famous in that battle, and only then did the world know of this person. He had even obtained the title of "Sword Qi Daoist".
The day before yesterday, he had something urgent to attend to, so he asked his grandson to wait at the inn. It had only been a day, but when he returned, his grandson had already disappeared. After some investigation, he found that many people had gone missing, and his grandson was not the only one. He followed the clues and traced them here.
He stood by the river and looked down at the murky water. The murderous aura surged up into the sky, and as it tumbled about, a terrifying aura spread out from below.
