Ice Soul Sword
Kan Huaisheng gazed fervently at the inconspicuous gray scabbard beneath the sunlight, unable to hide the burning desire in his eyes.
He had searched for this sword for decades, enduring countless hardships and traveling thousands of miles. Now, at last, he had seen it, right there before him.
But one final step remained before he could claim it.
He couldn't help swallowing, then narrowed his eyes at Xiao Lian. Only by defeating this young man, whose hidden strength was impossible to gauge, could he fulfill the wish he had cherished for so many years!
But this was also the hardest step!
Perhaps before this, he had been confident he could take down a Chaos Celestial Venerable who had emerged from Low-level Space. He would show his opponent just what set the son of an Aristocratic Clan from High-level Space apart from ordinary people!
But now, everything had exceeded his expectations. This man was far stronger than he had imagined!
Li Chaoge stood behind him, watching Xiao Lian with a cold expression. He couldn't shake the feeling that this person before him seemed strangely familiar.
Of course, those who had never been close to Bi Fan wouldn't know that this was the mysterious aura that had once possessed Bi Fan at Lie Huo Sect.
They weren't the only ones keeping silent. Many Chaos Celestial Venerables also said nothing as they watched the gaunt old man being carried away from the center of the battlefield by members of his own faction.
The vast plaza was packed with people, yet not a sound stirred. The silence was absolute.
Xiao Lian hovered in the air, his tall, lean figure set against the golden sunlight, radiating an imposing presence that made people almost afraid to look directly at him.
He gazed coldly