Xuan Jun Sword Master!
Lu Xing's hands and feet trembled slightly.
Five hundred years ago, ever since word spread that the Xuan Jun Sword Master had passed away, a rumor had persisted throughout the Netherworld.
It said that the Xuan Jun Sword Master had most likely been reincarnated.
Yet no one had ever truly taken it seriously.
And as time passed, many had even forgotten this rumor.
After all, if the Xuan Jun Sword Master had truly been reincarnated, five hundred years would have been enough for him to rise again and shake the heavens with his name.
Yet none of that had happened.
"Impossible!"
Lu Xing spoke decisively. "That youth earlier was only seventeen or eighteen. How could he be the incarnation of the Xuan Jun Sword Master? Even if he had been reincarnated, the Xuan Jun Sword Master should be five hundred years old by now."
He spoke these words in an unwavering tone, as though trying to convince others, and even more so, himself.
The other Emperors present were also filled with uncertainty.
"But if he is not the Xuan Jun Sword Master, who else in this world could make those terrifying creatures bow their heads and obey his commands? And who else could earn such favor from the Featherfall Spirit Emperor?"
the Middle-aged Scholar said.
"This..."
Everyone fell silent.
It was like a riddle, one that left even these experienced old guys unable to make heads or tails of it.
"Why concern yourselves with this? No matter who that youth really is, to us, he is our savior!"
the burly man said in a deep voice.
At those words, everyone nodded in agreement.
Far away on the horizon, the great battle still raged.
Yet unlike before, those powerful and terrifying fiends had already been slaughtered