Not long after, a gale howled at the divine peak. An extremely terrifying aura began permeating out. Immediately after, a 30-foot-tall imposing figure descended from the sky, shaking heaven and earth. Blue arcs of lightning shot out from his eyes as he gazed at the tightly shut palace doors before him. His aura was boiling to the extreme and the surrounding void warped.
Anyone witnessing this would understand that this person had reached the brink of rage and could embark on a massacre anytime. He himself was a dignified Saint King Realm master yet he disregarded the perils of the immortal formations, charging through one after another.
In the end, the inheritance of the World-Transcending Sword Master would be preempted by someone else. In any situation like this, no matter who it happened to, one would feel furious; no matter how one thought about it, it felt like a smoldering anger within the heart.
