"Impossible!"
"Yellow Sword Wine... How could he not die?!"
"Transformed into a Demigod Corpse, and with the power of the Sword Immortal Sword Intent... Unleashing a world-shocking sword strike with the force of mutual rejection, death was certain!"
"How could he still be alive?"
Feng Zhiqi, the most powerful Martial Saint stationed at the Dao City Temple Administration Office in Qianyuan Dao City, was at this moment both shocked and bewildered.
With a single step, his body vanished into thin air.
Wenlong Yuwen opened his mouth, originally wanting to follow, but after thinking about it, he decided to stay and guard the Sword Immortal Mysterious Temple.
...
The Flood Dragon Horse neighed.
Nie Yang's face was somber, he whipped the reins, striking the Flood Dragon Horse and hastening its pace.
Sitting on the coach, the sword placed beside him trembled continuously.
Cold as he was, it seemed he too sensed something, his heart filled with sorrow.
