Tyrannical Sword Master

"Sword Master! If you help me, I'll owe you my life!"

Seeing that the Sword Master was about to intervene, Randeng immediately made his promise. Given enough time, he was confident he could defeat Buddha and the Nine Nether Underworld Emperor, but with the Sword Master joining in, he suddenly felt uncertain.

"Sword Master! Join me and slay this ugly Daoist!" the Nine Nether Underworld Emperor shouted as well.

"Ugly, my Dao Ancestor! How am I ugly?" Randeng could not stand it. They could call him despicable and shameless, but they could not slander him as ugly!

Buddha said nothing, but his hands never stopped moving, making Randeng even more furious.

The Sword Master strode through the void. Countless sword phantoms gradually appeared above his head, filling ten miles of sky in the blink of an eye, and their numbers continued to grow.

An immense swordly pressure swept across heaven and earth.

Even Qin Jun, who was mowing down Yin soldiers, felt his heart pound wildly. He looked up, and his eyes immediately widened.

Countless sword phantoms had already blanketed the sky for thousands of miles, threatening to cover the entire battlefield. Everyone who saw it was stunned.

The Sword Master was the greatest sword cultivator of the current age. His sword formation could slaughter a million living beings.

Looking at the sword phantoms filling the sky, every spectator's blood boiled.

"We came at just the right time. We actually get to see the Sword Master make his move!"

"Tsk, tsk. Who is stronger, the Sword Master or the Nine Nether Underworld Emperor? We'll find out today."

"Why do I feel like the Sword Master is helping the Nine Nether Underworld Emperor?"

"You're overthinking it. With the Sword Master's personality, he'll probably take on all three alone!"

"Yan Wang Palace