White Extremity Sword Saint was a refined, scholarly middle-aged man dressed in white. Only Ye Chen could vaguely discern how intense the Sword Qi around him was. He had fused his Sword Qi with his temperament. Tempered by his own disposition, the Sword Qi was no longer so rigid, sharp, and prickling; tempered by the Sword Qi, his disposition had become even purer, without the slightest impurity. As a result, White Extremity Sword Saint looked less like a swordsman and more like a scholar of pure temperament. But anyone who dared underestimate White Extremity Sword Saint would regret being born into this world.
The place where White Extremity Sword Saint had secluded himself was an ordinary planet. As he emerged from seclusion, the planet burst with a puff and turned into powder. Over the years, it had long since been eroded into sand by White Extremity Sword Saint's Sword Qi.
With a beckoning gesture, the yellow sand that filled the sky gathered into White Extremity Sword Saint's hand and became a sword—a khaki-colored sword. At the sight, everyone could not help drawing a sharp breath. How heavy was an entire planet? Yet White Extremity Sword Saint had compressed it into a single sword. This simply shattered the balance of the universe.
Naturally, Ye Chen felt it most deeply. Demigods varied in strength. In Ye Chen's view, White Extremity Sword Saint had clearly not yet reached the point of condensing Divine Strength, nor had he likely comprehended the power of laws. Even so, compressing sand with the mass of an entire planet into a sword was a method enough to leave any Legendary Supreme far behind.
"We welcome Sword Saint Lord's emergence from seclusion!"
Everyone shouted in unison.
White Extremity Sword Saint approached with a smile. "You are thoughtful."
As he