Such formidable Sword Qi, so effortlessly nullified by the young willow phantom, without even making contact—Patriarch of the Nether River's brows furrowed tightly. Possessing such immense and eerie power, why had he never heard of it? For the first time, filled with confidence, he felt that there were many secrets hidden in the Three Realms that even he was unaware of.
"Damn Ksitigarbha, were it not for him trapping me so easily within the Sea of Blood, I wouldn't be so ignorant!" the Patriarch of the Nether River silently cursed in his heart.
Yet, his hands did not relax in the slightest, as the murderous energy-infused Sword Qi persistently attacked the young willow phantom, the frigid Sword Qi tearing through space, carrying a terrifying destructive force.
However, the willow phantom just stood there quietly in front of him, untouched by the myriad forces.
