Silence.
As Zhao Qingqian's words fell,
a hush suddenly descended around them, a deep silence.
Whether it was the Demon race or the Dragon and Phoenix clans, all eyes were now fixed on the Wooden Sword in Zhao Qingqian's hands.
The wooden blade appeared ordinary, with no particularly sharp aura emanating from it, seemingly no threat at all.
But none of the Demons present dared to underestimate this Wooden Sword.
After all, it was related to the Peerless Immortal Sword.
That being who claimed the top spot in the Lingxu Realm!
A man's reputation, a tree's shadow!
If this sword truly came from the Peerless Immortal Sword, then every Demon here would fall to this Wooden Sword without exception!
In that moment, it was as though Zhao Qingqian, with just a Wooden Sword, had terrified a crowd of Demons into immobility!
A glint of light emerged in Gu Xuanji's eyes as well.
But just then,
