"Cough, cough, cough..."
Shen Qingzhu stood up from the wrecked room, coughing heavily several times. He waved away the lingering dust and looked out the window once more.
Just now, that sword strike descending from the sky had cleaved the entire courtyard apart. Fortunately, Shen Qingzhu had been on the surface, where the residual sword aura was not too strong. Even so, the outside of the house was already covered in spiderweb-like cracks.
Looking at the scene before him, Shen Qingzhu could not help but feel a lingering fear.
A single sword strike from so far up in the sky could actually achieve this much?
If that sword had landed even slightly farther off target, he probably would have been sliced into pieces before he had time to react.
Shen Qingzhu took a deep breath and silently pondered.
He had seen clearly how that dog had transformed into an earth dragon and ascended into the sky. If he was not mistaken, it must have been the First Seat, a mysterious believer, who had dug through the underground beneath the manor. It was probably also the one that had returned here from beyond the border with the altar.
He had never expected that the legendary First Seat had been hiding in the manor all along in the form of a dog.
Luckily, he had been vigilant enough not to secretly pull anything during his time at the manor. Otherwise, his identity would probably have been exposed already, and he would have been dragged out to feed the dogs.
The Whisperer's aura had also appeared above the clouds. In other words, the First Seat and The Whisperer were now joining forces against the Sword Saint?
No... that probably could not be called fighting him on equal terms.
They were likely joining forces