What a Ba Zunan!
Though they had not heard Ba Zunan himself murmur, everyone had heard the Dao Hall Master's voice.
Say what one would, judging by the Dao Hall Master's demeanor and that line—"Lend me, gentlemen, your three-foot swords, and watch me cut away all the sorrows under heaven."
Everyone could be certain now: this Ba Zunan was no fake.
"He really came!"
"After the Dao Hall Master, even the Eighth Sword Immortal has set foot on the island. Are they going to carry on the legacy and stage another battle of the Ten Seat Holders?"
"Cloud Ridge cast out treasures, the Saint Emperor's Golden Edict, Deep Sea turned to void, Profound Meaning exchanged for Water Ghost... Ba Zunan came thoroughly prepared!"
“But his great enemy now is the Holy Emperor Wangze, not a demi-saint... That is a genuine Holy Emperor. How is he supposed to fight?”
When it came to Ba Zunan, everyone felt much the same. Other than admiration, there was still admiration.
He did have flaws. After all, he had suffered defeat before, at the cost of two fingers.
But who in life was born utterly flawless? That battle from before had remained unknown to the world, and accounts of it varied wildly. No one could sort out the truth.
It could be said that Ba Zunan's virtues eclipsed his flaws.
His life had been a life of battle, and he had defeated countless foes.
Even now, as the leader of the Saint Slave, he inspired little hatred, even among the people of the Holy Spirit Hall.
He was simply too genuine! Water Ghost was certainly strong as well, but he gave off many different impressions—deeply calculating, with complicated methods.
And his former identity had been Yu Mo. Anyone could guess that he had joined the