"No need to worry, you all break the formation, I'll meet Lu Jiuxiao myself."
"Even with Lu Jiuxiao, backed by the Ten Thousand Travel Palace, he can't do anything to me."
With a wave of his hand, from behind him in the core area of the Ten Thousand Travel Palace, a thick beam of light shot up into the sky, breaking through the protective barrier, and in Wuxiang's hands, it condensed into a long, black-bladed sword.
Just at that moment.
A figure in a Qingxuan long robe tore through the Chaos and stepped into the void to arrive.
This was a middle-aged man with a resolute face, and the will revealed in his eyes seemed as though it could pierce through heaven and earth, suppressing the Chaos.
It was none other than Lu Jiuxiao.
In Lu Jiuxiao's hand was an ancient axe. Dazzling light flowed over the axe, and the killing intent it radiated seemed to freeze even the Chaos itself as it passed.
