The youth under Xiao Shi's soul arrived in front of a huge black sword that was 400 to 500 feet tall under the lead of the core disciples of Qianqi Mountain. "Patriarch." This young man called Xiang Tao bowed respectfully to the huge black sword in front of him.
In an instant, Xiao Shi felt that the huge black sword in front of him seemed to have come to life. He felt like he was being targeted by an ancient ferocious beast. Every inch of his skin, including his soul, was filled with needle-like pain.
"This is… the Martial Demon Realm!" Xiao Shi was very shocked.
The other party caused his soul to fluctuate violently with just a gaze, like a candle flame in the wind. It even gave him a strong feeling. The other party only needed a thought to extinguish his flame without any effort.
It was just a gaze. And yet, it brought Xiao Shi unprecedented pressure.
