Whoosh!
A black shadow leaped from the patterns on the Reincarnation Heaven-Ascending Pillar, like a dragon surging into the sea and stirring waves from level ground.
He did not leave immediately. Instead, he halted in midair within the long-planned encirclement, surveying his surroundings with disdain for all directions.
"Whoosh, whoosh..."
Amid the howling wind, the young man stood in black hair, black robes, and with a black sword. His unsmiling face plunged the atmosphere at the scene straight to freezing point.
"He's here!"
"That Wuxiu's Scarlet-Scorching Hand, that Hidden Pain, that face... It really is him, Master Shou!"
"Don't be scared. No matter how strong he is, we have six Demi-Saints. Can he really defy the heavens?"
"That's right. We've been waiting for him. He should be the one panicking!"
Far away, three Taixu huddled together behind a small hill, secretly communicating through spiritual perception.
After just one glance, they did not even dare probe him further with their spiritual perception. One of them quickly took out a specially made array disk and said:
"I'll notify the Grand Chancellor Demi-Saint first. Old Wang, split off a spiritual clone and inform Lord Li now. Old Qian, you handle Senior Hua Yuan..."
Swoosh! Sword light flashed past.
The hilltop and their heads flew up at the same time.
The array disk fell to the ground with a clatter and rolled twice.
Puff, puff.
White Flame ignited, and the array patterns shattered.
"He looked over!"
Old Qian and Old Wang exchanged a glance, horror filling their eyes. Without another word, they fled in separate directions.
But just as their feet left the ground...
Whoosh! Whoosh! Two streaks of sword light streaked across the distant sky.
Yousi Sword nailed down, and Yanmang nailed down.
Under the augmentation of Sword Thought, the famous swords pierced