Jian Wushuang always seemed to know everything and was not in a hurry. In the Young Emperor's opinion, no one around him was like him, a lone wolf.
Invisible Sword Intent rose quietly and condensed around his body.
One...
Ten...
Ten thousand!
Countless Invisible Swords rose into the sky and turned into a terrifying light that covered the sky, hanging above the heads of every black-robed top cultivator.
A great horror of life and death surged in everyone's heart. Even Yan Immortals felt a chill under the sword curtain.
Chen Qing, who was escorting the Young Emperor, turned around and looked at this scene in shock. A deep sense of fear flashed through his eyes before he turned around.
Jian Wushuang's clothes fluttered in the wind like a lonesome sword. No one could see through his thoughts. With every step he took, the sword curtain hanging in the sky moved forward.
