The power of this sword light was astonishing, spanning over twenty meters, crossing the sky like a long rainbow, suddenly falling and slicing through the drifting gray mist.
"Oh, why must it be this way."
A voice, short and crisp, rang out.
Following that, a slender hand slowly extended from within the gray mist, pinching in mid-air, and Ye Qingfeng's sword light unexpectedly dissipated.
How powerful!
Herbert and the other elders were all taken aback.
Soon after, an elderly figure slowly walked out. He was thin and skinny, leaning on a cane, yet he stood mid-air, not needing such a thing at all.
"Is this, Senmu Venerable!" Herbert's pupils suddenly contracted, shooting out a terrifying gleam.
Senmu Venerable!
The other elders' faces also changed, showing a trace of fear.
Even Mu Pingping's delicate body trembled slightly. This old man had an aura of terror that made her feel frightened.
