"Great Sun Swordsman..."
The only remaining Xuanwu Substitute Taoist disciple, Xiang Jia, stood on a giant building ship tens of zhang in size, his Divine Sense flooding in, continuously replaying the scenes from the transmitting Jade Slip.
In the scene, Xia Houding was pierced through the chest by the Blue-Gold Sun, turning to ash and smoke.
"Damn it, this is not much different from the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's Great Sun Swordsman!"
A look of wariness filled Xiang Jia's eyes.
He was extremely fat, his belly rounded, his face piled with fat layers, leaving only a tiny slit for his eyes, which occasionally closed, completely shielding his vision.
Within the fat, one or two earth-yellow runes flickered.
"The Eastern Devil School has always prioritized crafting intricate mechanisms as its strength, absorbing a bit of the Great Sun Sword Pavilion's legacy is one thing, but how could a Great Sun Swordsman appear?"
Xiang Jia was baffled.
