"Holy Son!"
"Holy Son, are you all right?"
At this moment, Qingyun, Lü Jian, and the other three Venerables finally arrived before Fang Mo. Qingyun looked at Fang Mo with concern, her gaze sweeping over him as though checking his injuries.
Just now, three Venerables had attacked at once. An ordinary Nascent Soul Tribulation Realm cultivator would likely have been brought to his knees long ago.
Yet Fang Mo had still been able to resist. However, they thought it was Cen Feng True Lord who had shattered the pressure, unaware that it had been Fang Mo's Ancestral Dragon Blade.
Thus, they worried that Fang Mo had been injured.
"I'm fine!"
Fang Mo shook his head and wiped the sweat from his face. Lingering fear remained in his heart. He was still far too lacking when facing True Lords.
He had nearly activated the Star River Token. Now, it could only be activated twice more. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he could not bear to use it. He had nearly wasted one use just now.
Screech!
A piercing cry from an ice phoenix rang out from within the Ice Abyss, shaking the wind and snow across ten thousand miles.
"Quiet! Get down there!"
A thunderous roar shook heaven and earth. The wind and snow abruptly stilled as black-yellow energy surged overhead. A colossal sword that could cleave the heavens tore through the sky and descended. Its sword shadow was like a mountain range, towering and majestic, suppressing all eight directions.
"That's the Houtu Black-Yellow Sword... True Lord Houtu has arrived!"
When Venerable Lü Jian saw the black-yellow heavy sword in the sky, excitement burst from his eyes.
"As expected, Cen Feng didn't come alone. Clearly, this time was a trap laid by the Tianli Sect!" Fang Mo narrowed his eyes at