The Taoist sword traversed the sky, yet it hovered in front of the gaunt man, never quite landing in his palm.
"What are you hesitating for? Both divine and demonic fetuses are me."
A cold snort, and a hand reached for the Taoist sword carved with the sun, moon, and stars.
Bang!
A strand of divine brilliance burst forth from the Taoist sword, repelling the hand.
The Taoist sword shot out, plunging into the earth nearby, trembling slightly, emitting a sword cry.
Everyone who heard the sword cry could feel the sorrow within it, as if it were praying for the deceased.
At this moment, none of the crowd had time to feel the emotions conveyed by the Taoist sword.
Instead, their gazes were burning with greed as they looked at the Taoist sword.
At this time, this Taoist sword, which could contend with the five strongest for a short while, was not far from where everyone stood, less than a hundred meters away.
Nearly within reach in an instant.
