Sword Twenty-One looked at the longsword in his hand and fell silent for a moment.
Then, sword intent surged from his hand as his right hand gently brushed the shattered fragments of the blade.
With a clear clang.
The longsword gave a soft cry, and the broken sword unexpectedly condensed anew.
He raised his head to look at the storm-tossed sky, then finally stepped into the air and flew upward.
"Then let's go meet him as well," Blade Sun Young Master said with a smile to Star Sword Fairy.
Jue Ming beside them narrowed his eyes slightly, several high-level trapping formations circling around him.
He let out a low shout and likewise flew upward.
High in the sky, Xu Zimo stood suspended in the air. Opposite him,
several Personal disciples faced him from afar.
"Have the sect release my master, and I can let bygones be bygones," Jiang Xi'er said flatly as she looked at Xu Zimo.
"Let bygones be bygones?" Xu Zimo chuckled and shook his head.
"Defeat me, and even the position of Holy Son can be yours."
Jiang Xi'er gave a cold snort. Frost coiled around her jade-like hand as she traversed the Geng Geng Void and shot toward him.
Xiang Qianheng did not hold back either, an overbearing aura surging around him.
Ink-black spiritual energy spread across his palm, and he struck down with a palm carrying immense pressure.
Jue Ming brought his hands together, and a faint, lingering dragon's roar sounded.
With a sweep of his right hand, the Dragon Trapping Formation descended toward Xu Zimo.
Sword Twenty-One raised the longsword in his hand high overhead, and a vast giant sword condensed above him.
It cleaved through layer upon layer of space, crossed heaven and earth, and came crashing down.
Meanwhile, Blade Sun Young Master