Under this majestic and furious roar, all the black-robed envoys stopped their movements for a moment.
Time seemed to slow down.
Bian Ziyuan only felt the divine blood flowing in his Immortal body freeze.
The air dropped to freezing point, and everything was filled with dead silence and coldness.
Then, layers of ripples appeared in the void.
Immediately after, thousands of white Sword Intents spread out like a blooming lotus.
At the center of the Sword Intent, two figures stood.
There was a man and a woman. The middle-aged man had a clean face and no beard. He was extraordinary and his long hair danced in the wind.
The heroic spirit that the woman exuded was enough to overshadow her beauty. Her black-gold long robe perfectly accentuated her figure, making her look extremely mysterious.
Each of them had six long swords at their waists, and they were filled with an imposing manner that could not be looked at directly.
