Zhou Wu Sword returned to Su Yie's hand as the bald man plummeted down, his physical vitality slashed away, leaving only his Primordial Spirit to leave the body.
"Who are you, daring to strike against us!"
In the air, a cultivator asked coldly, as Su Yie's sword was too fast, causing their hearts to palpitate, so they dared not act rashly.
Su Yie, with an expressionless face, charged directly into the fray.
A great battle then erupted.
Sword Intent rampaged under the dome of the sky.
After the time it takes to brew half a cup of tea had passed.
At the base of Jiaye Temple mountain, forty-one carcasses piled up, all with eyes wide open in death, still exuding fear.
Other contestants hiding in the distance were chilled to the bone, not daring to approach Jiaye Temple.
"The Bailing Demon Lord! He is the Bailing Demon Lord!"
"Such terrifying speed with the sword..."
"How is his strength so formidable?"
"He hasn't even used the True Sunflame yet!"
