Yet...
This sweep made his heart sink even further into the abyss.
Yue Huanglong and Grandmaster Huang Mei were both present in this ink-colored city.
Besides them, there were numerous silhouettes standing around, Martial Saints... all of them were Martial Saints!
Yellow Sword Wine, You Liqing, Su Leibao, Yan Jing...
One Martial Saint after another, staring fervently and intensely at Han Sixi.
As if they were ready to devour him at any moment.
Their gazes made Han Sixi involuntarily swallow hard. Ever since his cultivation had broken through to the top-level peak, he had never encountered such a situation.
Suddenly.
A sound wave bursting rang out!
He saw, as if a Vast Sun bloomed above his head, golden qi and blood surging like a tide, blossoming to the extreme, the Golden Pond boiling!
Bull Demon—!