"Saint Prince!"
"Your Highness!"
The dark stream of light shatters the air.
This strike was so swift that everyone was caught off guard.
Even the Saint Prince hadn't reacted when the Spirit Sun Rod, wrapped in black ink, was already pressed against his chest—
Bang!
In the nick of time.
A crisp sound erupted in the void like thunder!
The Spirit Sun Rod was struck by a flying sword and hurled sideways, tumbling through the air before embedding heavily into a nearby mountain wall.
Across both realms, among those who could wield such flying sword divine skills.
Currently, there is only one.
"Xie Xuanyi... it's you again!"
Nether Sea Venerable's expression turned grim, looking at the distant figure who always thwarted his plans.
Countless Sword Qi wandered between heaven and earth.
Xie Xuanyi stood up from his wheelchair, one hand clutching Ling Chenzi's head, the once lofty and domineering Taoist Great True Man, now dragged along like a stray dog.
