As the giant axe in his hand was shattered outright, a figure came striding through the air from afar.
The figure wore violet robes, and dense Sacred Might rippled around him.
Vast spiritual energy rose beneath his feet, each step spanning a stretch of heaven and earth.
When the figure drew near, Xue Fengyun's face lit up with delight.
He hurriedly shouted, "Elder Jingyu, come save me!"
The old man named Xue Jingyu frowned slightly and barked, "As the lord of a city, what kind of sight are you making, panicking like this?"
Xue Fengyun hurriedly shrank back and did not dare speak again.
Though the Imperial Meridian Realm and Saint Meridian Realm were separated by only a thin line, within the Blood Nether Sacred Sect, they received entirely different treatment.
An Imperial Meridian Realm cultivator could become the lord of a city, while a Saint Meridian Realm cultivator was a core elder of the sect.
Other than the Sect Master, they were the most powerful figures in plain sight.
Moreover, he still needed the other party to save his life, so naturally, he did not dare refute him.
"Who are you?" After descending, Xue Jingyu's Saint Meridian Realm aura bore down upon Tan Jiulin.
He sternly demanded, "How dare you kill an elder of my Blood Nether Sacred Sect?"
"He provoked me first. I was merely forced to fight back," Tan Jiulin replied blandly.
"I do not care whether you fought back or not. Come back to the sect with me and await judgment," Xue Jingyu snorted coldly, his large hand descending directly.
"You people have grown too accustomed to being above others. You always think a single word can decide another person's life or death."
Tan Jiulin replied coldly.
As that giant hand descended, it covered an extremely