I Am Xu Shiqiang

The Immortal Emperor abruptly looked ahead and saw a White Shirt Youth standing silently in midair, smiling at them.

Seeing the Immortal Emperor's expression, the surrounding cultivators immediately realized that this was the assassin he had mentioned. Their faces turned grave as they raised their high-tech Dharma Artifacts and aimed them at Su Hao.

It seemed that in the next moment, ten thousand swords would fire at once and turn Su Hao into a straw man.

The Immortal Emperor raised a hand to stop them and asked gravely, "Who are you?"

Su Hao said, "My name is Xu Shiqiang."

Everyone froze at first.

"Holy Xu Shiqiang???"

At first, no one reacted. They carefully searched their brains for who this Xu Shiqiang was, someone supposedly so formidable.

Yet among the renowned experts of recent years, there had been no such person.

Then, as they thought it over, it suddenly clicked.

Wasn't Xu Shiqiang the foremost of the Three Human Saints?

And looking at his face again—holy shit, he looked exactly the same! Could this person really be Holy Xu Shiqiang?

But soon, everyone's expressions became exceedingly ugly. Their faces gradually flushed red, as though they had eaten chili peppers and flown into a rage.

The Immortal Emperor's face twisted. "Arrogant! Where did you get the nerve to call yourself Xu Shiqiang? You think that just because you have some ability and altered your face to resemble Holy Xu Shiqiang, you can casually call yourself a Saint? This is an insult to Holy Xu Shiqiang. No matter what, today I will cut you down beneath my sword."

With a beckoning gesture, a streak of light shot from the ruins below and stopped before him, revealing an exceptionally splendid golden longsword.

A great surge of spiritual energy poured into the sword, and it