Upon seeing Nian Jingsheng's strength, a hint of solemnity flashed through their eyes, but their expressions remained calm.
The little one clapped her hands, looking at the corpses covering the ground as if she were completely used to it, and in her milky voice she cheered for Uncle Blade.
The gazes of the crowd gradually shifted toward her, yet upon seeing one of the wonders of Ghost Island, none of them dared to make a sound!
"Don't be afraid, everyone. Nian Jingsheng is only one person; he can't stir up any major waves."
Had they faced Nian Jingsheng alone, they might still have remained vigilant.
Yet now!
On their side there were dozens of immortal emperors, with more arriving in succession.
"Demon, you truly possess some skill. Let us test you."
Among the disciples of Putuo Temple, Zhao Yifeng, possessing the greatest strength, stepped forward and spoke in a calm tone.
Nian Jingsheng raised an eyebrow slightly. "All of you come together, and die together."
"Hah... Is this digging your own grave?" Seeing this, the corners of Zhao Yifeng's mouth curved into a mocking arc.
In their view, Nian Jingsheng was simply far too arrogant.
"Disciples, do not be careless!"
Master Xuan Xin offered a warning. All along this journey, even though he occasionally intervened, several of his disciples had already perished.
Zhao Yifeng nodded, raising his staff with his right hand to stir up a wave of vital energy, adding a bit of imposing momentum to his posturing.
Nian Jingsheng brandished the twin blades in his hands and charged at Zhao Yifeng. Their exchange was like a gale and thunder clashing, their movement techniques extremely swift!
Zhao Yifeng seized the opportunity, using his staff to knock the blades from Nian Jingsheng's hands. After a flurry of fierce maneuvers, Nian