Everyone was shocked.
Those gathered here were all renowned masters of the martial world.
Among them, Nine-Headed Xia Long and Rakshasa Maiden Zhong Yuhua had even joined forces to seal off the path ahead.
Though Xia Long had been briefly checked by Fu Daqian, he had torn through Fu Daqian's defenses and closed within three feet of the Soul Banner in mere moments.
Yet the man holding the Soul Banner blocked his nine-ring heavy saber.
Clang!
Weapons collided.
Xia Long staggered two steps backward, forcibly circulating his blood and qi to steady himself. His pair of brilliant dragon eyes stared fixedly at the man holding the Soul Banner.
The man was neither tall nor short, dark-skinned and utterly ordinary in appearance. He held a short-shafted great war halberd.
The war halberd bloomed with blood-colored radiance, brimming with crystalline divine light. It seemed linked to its wielder, slowly expanding and growing larger.
It had already surpassed the man's own height.
"Back off!"
Shou He dragged his great halberd in a half-arc.
Buzz.
Thirteen burly men in blue were forced back by a single blow.
Shou He held the banner in one hand and the great halberd in the other, saying coldly, "Do not force me to kill."
"What an 'Ask the Lord How Long He Lives'!" Zhao Qingyi's expression finally changed.
Hearing of someone was not as good as seeing them; seeing them proved them greater than their reputation.
With one Blood God War Halberd, he had suppressed Nine-Headed Xia Long and forced back the Thirteen Guardians of his Azure Garment Tower. His fame was well deserved.
Li Si shook the golden longsword in his hand, suppressing the envy in his eyes as he said sourly, "He is only relying on the strength of a dharma weapon."
As he spoke, his