Before the ancient war, Jian Lanjiang had instructed his clansmen to entrust the arena to Jiang Fan. It was truly a tremendous gift. A surge of gratitude flashed through Jiang Fan's heart. "Thank you, Elder Jian."
At this moment, Liu Qingxian, who was beside him, suddenly let out a soft moan. Jiang Fan hurriedly looked over and found that the golden Little Sword Seal on her forehead was glowing continuously, like a burning brand. Then, the Little Sword Seal suddenly flew out, hovering above the arena. At the same time, identical Little Swords flew out from several other directions in succession. They were the Seals of the other eight candidates!
The nine Little Swords, containing the Sword Saint's will, merged together, condensing into a dazzling ball of golden light. The golden light then expanded, transforming into a faint phantom of a one-armed old man! Long Xu Sage and the other peak experts of the Martial Vault all changed their expressions and bowed solemnly.
