Most of the disciples of the Wushi Realm possessed profound cultivation and could sweep their divine sense across the entire realm. When the mysterious Saint's words fell, more and more people locked their divine sense onto that blue-robed man.
The blue-robed man's Sword Intent was rising rapidly, and this Sword Intent caused the pressure on all living beings within the Wushi Realm to plummet. It made them subconsciously want to draw closer to him, as if only by staying near him could they avoid being driven to ruin by the disaster.
An Xin was also looking at the blue-robed man. As she watched him, she kept feeling he was somewhat familiar. Thinking about it carefully, he was very much like her master.
Could this person be Master's descendant?
As if sensing her gaze, the blue-robed man actually glanced at her.
Though it was only one glance, An Xin could confirm that the other party was looking at her.
Yang Xian was indeed looking at An Xin. Although he was a reincarnated body, he could sense the dense karma between An Xin and his original self. Thinking about it now, this realm's catastrophe was a trial that revolved around her.
"Although you're testing your junior, since you invited me here, I won't go easy."
Yang Xian turned his gaze toward the Saint in the sky. He could not be bothered with what the other party was thinking. Since he had become his opponent, he had better prepare for defeat.
He drew the treasured sword at his waist, his eyes turning sharp.
At the same time.
Above the Three Thousand Great Worlds, within the River of Sword Dao, sword cultivators opened their eyes one after another. They rose excitedly to their feet, for they had sensed that Sword Intent they had pursued