"Next, I will bring you out of the Holy Kingdom of Real Wushu. Don't resist."
As Jian Wushuang looked at He Xiu who was in front of him, with a thought, his Blood Mountain Sword came out of the scabbard and changed into a lofty mountain instantly.
The lofty mountain was filled with special secret patterns and they covered He Xiu straight away.
He Xiu remained silent. He did not resist and allowed Jian Wushuang to put him in the Blood Mountain Sword.
After finishing that, Jian Wushuang's eyes looked around the surroundings.
Around him, there were countless experts from sixteen other Holy Kingdoms. Among them there were unordinary Real Gods as well as Chaotic Real Gods. However, when those experts sensed Jian Wushuang's gaze, all of them revealed a fearful expression. Although they knew that the Taiqing Ancient Panaceas had already fallen into Jian Wushuang's hands, no one dared to harbor any greedy thoughts.
