The Pig-head Swordsman's True Identity

Vast, ancient auras surged forth in waves, and in the blink of an eye, a towering phantom appeared behind Glazed Fairy.

It was an old man, his body incomparably majestic, like an ancient god gazing upon heaven and earth. His immense pressure instantly made the entire space extremely stagnant.

"Will Projection?"

After stabbing out with his sword, Lu Ming did not linger. He retreated at top speed, naturally afraid that after triggering the opponent's life-saving method, he would be indiscriminately slain.

To be safe, he had even chosen to leave this place directly.

Now, looking back at that grand and majestic figure, he could not help drawing a deep breath. He could tell that it was not the true body, but a strand of will, much like his Dao Bodies.

Yet it was stronger than any of his Dao Bodies, because the aura it displayed far surpassed that of the Blood-Eyed Demonic Ape.

There was a great chance it was a mid-stage Earth Supreme.

A single Will Projection was already a mid-stage Earth Supreme. The life-saving methods of the other top prodigies would presumably not be weak either.

If he encountered them in the future, he would have to remain extremely vigilant.

Crack, crack, crack!

As that vast, ancient aura surged forth, the entire space shook violently, as though some kind of change was taking place.

Glazed Fairy, who had been shrouded beneath the phantom, finally broke free from the illusion, though she was still somewhat dazed.

Just now, she had nearly been killed by a lecherous swordsman?

As she was wondering, the old man's voice sounded. "Glazed, who left these sword wounds on you?"

To be honest, the old man was equally puzzled. His strand of will normally slept within his descendant's sea of consciousness and would awaken only