"Senior Shengyuan!"
Seeing this scene, some cried out, unable to bear watching. Amidst the divine radiance filling the firmament, Saint Shengyuan's robes fluttered as traces of loneliness showed on his aged face.
He sighed softly, somewhat helpless. At the same time, his eyes brimmed with unwillingness.
Buzz...
The golden longsword on his back also hummed softly. Sacred weapons had spirits. This one had accompanied Saint Shengyuan for so many years that their minds were long connected.
They both understood - this would likely be the final battle of their lives. Against a total of six saints, with unknown others potentially in the shadows, Shengyuan was surely doomed. The other side would never permit the World-Transcending Sword Master's inheritance to fall into human hands. Even the slightest chance would be annihilated.
This was the naked hostility of the myriad races! Yet the human race could only swallow their indignation.
