But the Mana at the Nascent Soul Middle Stage was immense, and the Black Cloak was a top-quality Low Grade Spiritual Treasure. As the gray dim light surged, it resisted the sword light.
Xuanjian True Monarch's face was cold and stern, as the Flying Sword in his hand hummed with resonance. Several more Flying Swords flew out from his sleeves, releasing crisscrossing Sword Qi, weaving into a Sword Array net to further intercept and entrap Mo Luo.
"Li Duanxuan!"
Mo Luo immediately saw Xuanjian True Monarch hidden in the void, his face clouded.
He had long understood all relevant information about Xuanjian True Monarch.
Knowing the latter was no ordinary figure, like a Flood Dragon emerging from shallow waters.
Yet he didn't expect the opponent to have been concealing outside Beast God Mountain all along, without him noticing.
"You think you can stop this seat?" Mo Luo's face was icy, with murderous intent surging.
