On the banks of the Wujang, the crowd that had gathered on the shore suddenly fell silent.
They stared fixedly at the imposing figure by the riverbank.
He was a tall Daoist with straight, sharp eyebrows and a high nose bridge.
Every muscle on his body seemed to be sculpted by a top master, strong without being bulky.
He gave off a sense of heaviness akin to that of a mountain.
Just now, it was this tall Daoist who had killed the sixteenth-ranked Overlord Blade with a pair of iron fists, even going so far as to provoke the Sword Immortal.
Three seconds later, the crowd began to whisper among themselves.
"Will they fight again? Can it be that Taoist Yi Chengzi from the small city today wants to have a fierce battle with the Sword Immortal?" someone said with an expectant look, clearly relishing the prospect of more action.
