When did such a person emerge from the south.
"Hall Master She, may I leave now?"
The young man's voice echoed in everyone's ears.
She Wuluan was on the verge of drawing his last breath when he suddenly heard these words and his eyes widened.
Then, his body swayed and with a splash, he fell into the water.
"What swordsmanship is this?"
An obscure and short voice came from the thin elder; his lips did not move, it was some sort of ventriloquism skill.
"Hengshan divine sword."
"Exquisite."
After hearing this, Elder Yin closed his eyes and fell to the ground.
Eight high-ranking experts of the Demon Cult died, their blood testifying to the challenge the young man posed.
The fleeting and unpredictable strike from just now, even if witnessed once and guarded against, none of those around the pavilion dared to confidently claim they could intercept it.
Hall Master Sun and Xiang Wentian, among others, suddenly sensed something was amiss.
