"Buzz!"
Just as Tang Zhen was about to give up and resign himself to his fate, the situation on the battlefield suddenly changed.
A streak of sword aura, accompanied by a humming sound and dazzling sword radiance, cleaved the thousand-zhang ferocious giant flood dragon in two in an instant.
The tides filling the sky were severed down the middle by that strike, turning into specks of energy that slowly dissipated.
Wherever the sword aura passed, space itself was torn apart, leaving behind a deep Sword Mark.
"Hmm?"
Sensing that something was wrong, Tang Zhen hurriedly opened his eyes. He saw that, at some point, a White Clad Figure had appeared out of nowhere in the air not far away.
His long hair was black as ink, his left hand resting behind his back, while his right held an silvery-white longsword.
Though it was merely a back view, Tang Zhen's eyes widened abruptly.
That figure looked slender, yet stood tall and straight like a divine sword piercing through heaven and earth. Its sharp aura seemed capable of breaking through the firmament.
What a formidable sword cultivator!
Tang Zhen was deeply shocked. Just a back view, just a single aura, was enough to make him feel inferior.
This person was stronger than him!
"Roar!"
Just as it was about to succeed, an unexpected interloper appeared midway. The Barbarian Tribe flew into a rage at once.
Its massive ten-meter-tall body radiated a savage and tyrannical aura. Its long fangs glinted with bloody light, making it look especially ferocious.
It roared at Lu Yunxiao, its hostility intensely clear.
"Young Master, be careful. This Barbarian Tribe is extremely vicious."
Although he did not know Lu Yunxiao's origins, Tang Zhen had already developed considerable goodwill toward him after seeing him intervene to save him.
He immediately