Suddenly, from the massive sword in the red-robed hand, a figure of an elder with a full head of red hair emerged explosively, dominating the world!
"Old fellow!" Grandma Gu Sha trembled violently at the sight of the phantom!
"Sword, Sword Ancestor?" Hong Ren, confused for a moment, then his eyes bulged out!
"Old master?" The spirit of the red sword was almost scared to the point of fainting, it never imagined that the pretending Xie Tian could force out the old master's residual awareness!
"Retreat!"
Xie Tian, whose blood-red pupils shrank suddenly, burst forth with a layer of black light, pulling the nearly suffocated Bai Zhi away from the oppressive might of the phantom, retreating a hundred feet instantly to escape the brunt of its aura.
"Old fellow, old fellow..."
Watching the phantom of the Sword Ancestor, Grandma Gu Sha was already in tears.
