"Zhang Heming—!!!"
The layered, interwoven voice of Master Beiku pierced through the sword array's isolation and echoed clearly throughout the entire passage.
The moment that name was spoken, all the human powerhouses still fighting desperately froze in unison.
In today's martial world, the younger generation under forty might have found that name unfamiliar, not knowing it well enough.
But Yun Heng, Li Guitang, and Xiao Yilan had all lived in the same era as "Zhang Heming."
There had been a time when that name represented the northwest and stood for an unignorable peak in the Hua Nation's martial world.
He had been the Hua Nation's third Grandmaster, fifth Grandmaster, and sixth Martial Immortal.
He had been one of the founders of the Martial Arts Alliance.
He had laid the foundation for and perfected the military martial artists' saber techniques.
They had once been rivals, friends, and comrades who had fought side by side against the Abyss.
For thirty years, they had all believed that this name, together with that tall, straight figure, had already fallen at the Xifeng Rift.
Never had they expected to hear it again today from the mouth of Master Beiku, an Abyssal colossus.
Countless sword lights shot out, forcing Youhai the giant beast back and buying the gravely wounded Li Guitang a sliver of breathing room.
Yun Heng dodged Mu's giant scythe, using the opening to instantly withdraw from the battle.
He rode through the air across several spatial fault lines, slipped past the "Slay Immortal Sword Array" blocking his view, and looked toward the passage entrance, toward that burly, bewildered figure.
"Zhang Luye! Remember, you are a Martial Immortal of humanity!"
He roared himself hoarse, no longer carrying his usual languid air.
"Heh-heh—"
At that moment, a distant, cold laugh carrying a mocking