The Sword Emperor sighed, shaking his head, and stared dazedly at the moon beside the Western Paradise, his expression wistful.
Gradually, the moon disappeared, leaving only a clear light on the ground, like mercury poured on the ground.
Bamboo shadows swayed slightly, dance-like.
Yet, the Sword Emperor's figure seemed to be frozen.
He stared blankly at the sky in the west, even though the crescent moon had already vanished.
At that moment, the Sword Emperor suddenly felt an unstoppable killing intent descending from the mountain top.
His heart tightened with alertness.
Reaching the Sword Emperor's level in martial realms.
There are few who can make him sense danger.
Almost every one of them is a peerless expert.
A dark cloud drifted over in the sky.
The faint moonlight gave the cloud a mottled silver lining.
The Sword Emperor unexpectedly noticed that the endless killing intent had enveloped the entire top of the mountain.
