All kinds of divinity emotions swept over Flowing Sword Peak like a stormy ripple, assaulting it in its entirety.
Nearly all the disciples of Flowing Sword Peak were shrouded in this divine emotion.
Each one looked frenzied, their eyes blood-red. Those with weaker cultivations couldn't withstand the impact, directly spitting blood from their mouths and fainting away.
"How dare you!"
The voice of Nan Lihuo had already exploded.
As soon as his voice reached, Nan Lihuo's figure promptly appeared following it.
"Nan Lihuo, stop right there!"
"If you dare step into Flowing Sword Peak, I will kill all the disciples of Flowing Sword Peak!"
The low growl came from Xu Jiuqing, who was straightening up, his body a bronze color and his red hair flying wildly, looking ferocious.
The sword artifact in his hand, nurtured over many long years, was already half drawn from its sheath.
Sharp and terrifying sword qi raged and tumbled over Daping.
