Fusang City, the one-armed Elder Wuyue calmly sheathed his sword, his expression not pleasant, and said solemnly:
"You struck the wrong person!"
Naturally, Hua Changdeng knew that in that instant, Zhu Yike had transformed and switched places, his opponent becoming Elder Wuyue.
This is excellent.
He did not stop his sword for this reason.
As soon as this friendly "greeting" ended, losing any reason to further engage, he fixed his gaze on Elder Wuyue's severed arm and opened his mouth.
But in the end, he didn't ask anything.
"Master Zhu is formidable!"
Lingyu, Fusang Sword rested.
The spectators around had already begun to feel their blood boil.
In the past, the Sword Immortal only needed to make a slight move, the shock it delivered, even to such an extent, yet Zhu Yike maneuvered and struggled between these two and still had room to exhibit his capability to this day.
Who could be the first demi-saint?
Only our master, Yike!
