Even the Fiend Sovereign's avatar wore an unimaginably grim expression. Demonic flames surged from half his body, while the other half blazed with Golden Rosy Cloud, erupting in violent explosions.
"Good!"
Bai Qian was thrilled, her bright eyes abruptly locking onto the Ancestor of the Extraterritorial.
"Old bastard, did you think stopping this Emperor would be enough? Those damned insects could never fulfill the vision in your heart."
"Today, every last one of you will be put to death. You will all die!"
Bai Qian's words darkened the Ancestor of the Extraterritorial's expression.
He said nothing, but his gaze kept shifting.
Suddenly, his pupils shrank to pinpoints, his eyes focusing on Xiao Changkong.
At this moment, Xiao Changkong's aura surged mightily. His razor-sharp edge soared into the heavens, transforming into a pillar of light that shot into the nine skies.
Boom!
The dense black fog of Fiend was blasted apart, and an enormous vortex condensed high in the sky.
The sharp intent unique to sword cultivators swept across everything like towering raging waves—boundless, majestic, and utterly terrifying.
After Lin Xuan slew Mo Ruoqing, the commotion around Xiao Changkong drew everyone's attention, including Lin Xuan's.
In Lin Xuan's eyes, the chains of sword intent around Xiao Changkong had all shattered.
He now possessed the unique bearing of a Sword Immortal, his sharpness piercing the heavens.
His black hair fluttered in the wind. Xiao Changkong's handsome middle-aged face was absolutely the mortal enemy of widows secluded in their chambers.
Sure enough, Garland Grand Elder repeatedly shifted her gaze away, seeming exceedingly unwilling to look... ahem!
A unique illusory figure flickered in and out atop Xiao Changkong's body, linked to his aura and power, wholly entwined as though you were within me and I within you.
"So this is the Sword King!"
Lin