The old eunuch's scream was shrill and piercing, like a needle viciously stabbing into everyone's eardrums.
The man in the golden robe, who had been locked in battle with the undead ferocious beast, suddenly froze. His sharp gaze swept over at once.
The Heavenly Court guards, already struggling desperately to survive, reacted as if facing a great enemy and turned their wary gazes toward the source of the cry.
Under the eyes of the crowd, a tall, slender figure clad in black slowly emerged from the distorted Light Screen.
He held an ancient black longsword. Blood-red patterns flickered faintly across the Sword Body, as though endless blood flowed within it.
He merely stood there, yet an invisible, terrifying Aura of Slaughter—one that seemed capable of utterly destroying heaven and earth—exploded outward from him!
Before that incomparably pure Slaughter Sword Intent, even the towering resentment that had accumulated upon the Ten Thousand Souls Altar for countless eras seemed to shrink back in fear!
"That is..."
The golden-robed man's pupils abruptly contracted!
His gaze locked tightly onto the black longsword in Xiao Yang's hand!
At first, there was shock.
Then came disbelief.
Finally, that disbelief transformed into boundless ecstasy and greed!
"The Immortal Slaying Sword! It's the Immortal Slaying Sword!!"
The golden-robed man cried out involuntarily, his voice trembling with uncontrollable excitement!
"Hahahaha! The heavens are truly helping me! I searched everywhere without success, only to find it without the slightest effort! I never expected that, after being ordered to come to this godforsaken Immortal Demon Battlefield, I would encounter the legendary Sword Wielder!"
His laughter rang with tyranny and arrogance, echoing throughout the altar.
It was as though Xiao Yang, along with the Immortal Slaying Sword in his hand, were already his possessions.
Sword Wielder?
Xiao Yang raised a brow slightly,