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Clang——
The ancient divine sword emitted a piercing hum, its myriad sword energies erupting, repelling all of the enemies surrounding Yang Beiming.
He gripped the ancient divine sword tightly and looked towards Kong Xuan, who was rushing towards him at high speed. His disheveled white hair obscured most of his face, and beneath his sharp eyes, bloodstains aplenty made him look all the more fierce.
Somehow, he felt a sense of crisis emanating from Kong Xuan.
Even stronger than the crisis Di Jiang had brought.
"Kong Xuan..."
With a complex gaze, Patriarch Bodhi looked upon Kong Xuan. In the past, during the battles against Donghuang Taiyi and the twelve Xuanxu Sovereigns, if it hadn't been for Kong Xuan stepping in, he probably would have died in the Xuandang Great World.
Now that he had regained his peak strength, seeing Kong Xuan again still made him feel that his opponent was unbeatable.
"Just how strong is he?"
