By the time Li Rui and the others arrived,
the battle had already ended.
A white-haired middle-aged man stood there with a longsword in hand, seven or eight Demonic Cultivator corpses lying before him.
At the sight,
Liu Qing immediately grew interested. "Evergreen, could this man be the Sword Emperor from your Golden Court Grotto-heaven who went to the Shenxuan Sect?"
Sword Emperor?
Yan Kong was instantly intrigued. The sword at his waist had even slid slightly from its sheath, battle intent bursting from his eyes.
He had not expected the Shenxuan Sect to possess such a stunning Sword Cultivator.
Taihua Province was not Southern Zhengyang Province.
Sword Cultivators were scarce to begin with.
Capable Sword Cultivators were even rarer. Yan Kong had encountered prey his heart delighted in, and his hands were itching to try.
Sword Emperor—quite the boastful title.
Watching Yan Kong practically raring to go,
Li Rui clasped his hands toward the white-haired middle-aged man from afar. "Senior Zhou, I have long admired your name."
In the Yu Kingdom,
most people knew only the Sword Emperor.
Only a very few knew that the Shu Sword Emperor's name was actually Zhou Min.
At seventeen, he had shaken the Shu Region with his swordsmanship.
Afterward, he had never known defeat again—until a younger generation talent rose to prominence, whereupon he became Second Under Heaven for a hundred years.
In the Yu Kingdom's martial world, his renown was surpassed only by that of his grandmaster, Gao Tianxia.
Back then, to Li Rui, he had been a figure almost like an immortal.
"Li Rui?"
A smile appeared in Zhou Min's eyes.
He had long heard of Li Rui's exploits after becoming a Dao Child.
But just as Zhou Min was about to continue speaking, an Immortal Light shot into the sky.