Tragic, Black Hole, Saint

A terrifying force enveloped Wang Xian and the three Great Elders.

It was as if time had stopped in an instant.

The Fifth Elder's Divine Dragon Sword had already pierced Wang Xian's forehead. With the slightest push, it would sink three inches into his skull.

One sword to sever the soul!

Yet that tiny space between them had become an impassable chasm for the Fifth Elder, Ao Buyu. He could not advance another inch!

A shrill scream rang out from halfway up the mountain.

"Grandpa, save Wang Xian!"

"Old Grandpa, please save my brother!"

At the mountaintop, golden light suddenly blazed. A terrifying draconic might instantly enveloped the whole area.

Forget the Fifth Elder's Divine Dragon Sword—even a fly couldn't get in.

"Alas!"

A sigh rang out from the mountaintop.

Ao Heng had crossed through time and space, but never in his wildest dreams had he expected to arrive in the middle of such a tragedy.

Wang Xian had only the faintest sliver of life left. Even so, Ao Heng didn't dare activate the formation on the mountain peak and let his granddaughter and Xiaobai come up.

This was madness.

Nearby, the Fifth Elder suddenly shuddered. Just as he was about to strike again, the Divine Dragon Sword vanished from his hand.

The void split open, and Ao Heng, clad in green, slowly walked out!

Ao Qianyu's grandfather—the only Supreme Elder of Dragon Valley who still walked among mortals—appeared before the three Great Elders.

At the sight of him, the Fifth Elder and the Enforcement Elder's expressions changed drastically. They froze on the spot.

Wang Xian weakly spat out a mouthful of bloody foam. Looking at the old man who had suddenly appeared, he managed a bitter smile.

He said feebly, "I forgot. Dragon Valley is just like the lower