One Sword on the Sacred Mountain

"Ah!"

Feng Linglong, suspended in midair, trembled with rage. Even the spirit sword in her hand was shaking.

She had never imagined that Wang Xian would play cat and mouse with her.

By then, Wang Xian had already passed through layer upon layer of great arrays and stood atop the Sacred Mountain, silently gazing at the bare stone platform before him.

Aside from Sa Tongtian, probably no one in the world would believe he had ever been here.

Even less would anyone believe that a bottomless abyss had suddenly appeared,

swallowing the old general who had turned to stone. Nor would anyone believe that they had buried the former emperor of the Barbarian Dynasty, together with his enemy, in that abyss.

Thinking of the broken sword in his Storage Ring, and of the emperor and great general in the imperial city of Jinling, waiting for him to return,

Wang Xian couldn't help murmuring, "Listen, old man. After this battle, it'll be up to you."

"Ah-choo!"

Sa Tongtian sneezed in the cold wind.

With an incredulous look, he asked, "Tell me, where are you right now?"

"I'm at the summit of the Sacred Mountain!"

Wang Xian gazed at the empty scene before him and sighed. "I want to end this battle here!"

Holy crap!

The old man looked at the two figures standing opposite each other atop the golden palace and nearly jumped out of his skin.

Murong Wan'er leaned closer and asked, "What do you mean?"

The old man sighed. Looking at her and Hu Keke, he said, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, but those two have gone to the summit of the Sacred Mountain. They're going to settle things there!"

"Impossible!"

Murong Wan'er clutched Hu Keke's hand at his words.

She gasped, "Is he human or