The elder's heart suddenly surged like a raging sea.
Yet Mo Hua remained unaware.
His two hands, dirty and grimy, continued to scrape the soil and stones on the ground, burying the broken sword deeper, making it stand more upright, to prevent it from being blown askew by the wind.
Until he sensed a terrifying aura from behind him, which made his heart palpitate with fear.
Moreover, this aura was becoming extremely unstable due to emotional fluctuations.
Only then was he startled, turning back to see that long-bearded senior, whose eyes were bloodshot, with what seemed like tens of thousands of Sword Qi roaring past in his eyes, converging into a boundless ocean of swords like the vastness of the Taixu.
The aura around him was also filled with a fierce murderous intent, terrifying to the extreme.
Black light flickered, and even the void seemed unstable, with cracks appearing everywhere.
Mo Hua's pupils shook with astonishment.
