"Where is the Southern Primordial Chaos?!"
A domineering shout like thunder rang out. A black-robed man flew over, his robe embroidered with the image of a Three-legged Golden Crow. His face was deathly pale, his black hair disheveled, and his eyes incomparably cold. Resting on his shoulder was a greatsword larger than his body. Its blade was pitch-black and streaked with dozens of blood-red lines, its murderous aura soaring into the heavens.
Strong!
The moment Fallen Heaven Sword Emperor and Nine Palaces Supreme saw the black-robed man, this thought surfaced in their minds.
Jiugong Ling narrowed her eyes and asked, "Who are you, sir? Such powerful sword qi—you must not be a nobody."
Like Fallen Heaven Sword Emperor, the black-robed man was a swordsman. Yet he lacked a swordsman's reserved coldness; instead, his entire body radiated wild arrogance.
"My name is something you're worthy of knowing?"
The black-robed man snorted. As he spoke, he raised his sword and pointed it at Jiugong Ling, cursing, "Ugly hag! Speak! Where is the Southern Primordial Chaos?"
Ugly hag!
Jiugong Ling trembled with fury. Nine Palaces Supreme was stunned for a moment, then could not help mourning for the black-robed man. No one who had called Jiugong Ling ugly had survived.
"Courting death!"
Jiugong Ling shouted furiously, abruptly raising both hands. Countless streams of poisonous gas poured from beneath her, transforming into black arrows that shot toward him. During their flight, all the black arrows merged into one, becoming incomparably massive—large enough to smash apart the Sun Star.
The black-robed man smiled disdainfully and flicked his right hand. Billions of sword qi swept from the blade, instantly shredding the enormous black arrow.
Immediately afterward, his figure flashed. He appeared before Jiugong Ling, his greatsword landing on her shoulder, its blade pressed tightly against her