Martial Uncle?
Yu Guangjun was clearly somewhat confused as well.
Then he frowned. "Rest assured, I, Yu Guangjun, disdain using my sect and Martial Uncle's reputation to threaten you. If you're afraid, I can use my last breath to write a final letter stating that I died because my skills were inferior!"
He looked miserable and was severely wounded, yet his words were exceptionally forceful.
Su Yi raised his brows. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly looked into the distance.
In the heavens and earth far away, the void split like torn silk.
A dazzling sword light howled through the air, moving like a flashing beam teleporting through space, arriving in the field in an instant.
Boom!
The mountains and rivers within eight thousand miles rumbled.
Above the towering, majestic Imperial Capital City, the City Protection Array trembled and churned.
Everyone present stiffened from head to toe, their scalps tingling with terror.
On the city wall, Pu Xuan raised a hand and gripped the hilt of the sword on his back. His aura rumbled, and his white robes billowed.
Su Yi stood there, his eyes narrowing slightly.
In the distance, Yang Lingxiao sucked in a cold breath.
That sword light clearly possessed the power of a Heavenly Sovereign. It was earthshaking and boundlessly fierce!
Yet in but an instant, the sword light receded, revealing a middle-aged man in a cloth robe, a climbing staff in hand.
As he appeared, the terrifying Sword Might filling heaven and earth vanished like smoke.
Yet the way everyone looked at the Cloth Robe Middle-Aged Man was now filled with deep apprehension.
"Martial Uncle?"
Yu Guangjun froze, then mocked himself. "This disciple's skills were inferior. I have brought shame upon the sect."
Martial Uncle!
Everyone's hearts jolted violently.
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