Wei Bai Wields His Halberd, Leading the Azure-Headed, Immortal Sleeves Fluttering in the Empty Beam City

Meanwhile, on the other side of Daliang City, Wei Bai stood before the palace steps, watching sword lights surge across the distant sky like shooting stars, all streaking toward Zhao Cheng. His tightly drawn shoulders suddenly relaxed, and a flicker of hope rose in his eyes.

He hurriedly turned to the pale-faced King of Wei beside him, his voice carrying a trace of deliberate calm. "Rest assured, Your Majesty!

"The masters of Sword Hut have already made their move. They are all grandmasters of the sword path. They will surely stop that Blood Butcher from running wild and keep Daliang safe!"

"I... am reassured."

King Jia of Wei's voice still trembled slightly. The moment he finished speaking, he instinctively looked into the distance.

Yet at that glance, the strained composure on his face instantly shattered, his pupils contracting to pinpoints.

There stood Zhao Cheng in midair. With a sweep of his great halberd, the ultimate techniques those sword cultivators took such pride in were torn apart like paper, crushed with the force of rotting wood. They could not impede him in the slightest.

Then, with a single downward stroke of his halberd, Xie Qingmian, the head of Sword Hut, fell like a paper kite with its string cut. The sword intent around him scattered, and he was about to die beneath that halberd.

It had all happened in no more than the blink of an eye.

King Jia of Wei's voice suddenly rose, filled with undisguised terror. "Lord Wei!

"That... that master of Sword Hut—is he about to be beaten to death by that Blood Butcher?!"

Wei Bai had naturally seen it as well.

He opened his mouth, but it felt as though a wad of cotton had lodged in his throat. He could not utter a single word.

Watching