Han Yi's words, if uttered before his display of a punch, a point, and a breath, would have been dismissed by the cultivators as nothing but arrogance.
But at this moment, whether it was the remaining six individual cultivators from Black Mountain or the elderly cultivators from Ming Zen Sect in the early stages of Spirit Transformation, all held their breath in shock.
Terror, sheer terror.
With an understated ease, he shattered a Spirit Transformation cultivator. This mysterious youth who suddenly entered the fray, although merely at the Early Stage of Spirit Transformation and seemingly showing signs of weakness, possessed a demeanor that looked down upon other cultivators, far from ordinary.
This appearance of weakness, was more akin to that of someone grievously injured.
Could it be, as the youth claimed, that the Immortal Sword was truly his?
Then, this youth...
Was he an Immortal?
