The two Master Ancestors, one old and one young, were closer to death than ever before for the first time.
"Damn it, I'm going all out with him!"
Just as Qingtian Cang was about to charge out, he was yanked back by Lu Chenzhou.
"Sword Spirit, save me!"
[Hmph! Lu Chenzhou, you owe me a favor... no, a sword favor!]
The Mystic Sky River-breaking Sword hanging at his waist flew out on its own, transforming into a streak of flowing light, shooting into the sky!
In an instant, the invisible majesty from the Demon King was pierced through.
Qingtian Cang's eyes trembled: "Chenzhou, when did you cultivate the path of the flying sword? Isn't this a Qi Refiner's technique?"
Good grief, his sect actually hides a Sword Immortal!
If he'd known earlier, he wouldn't have already prepared his last will and testament.
He was even planning to inspire young Ji with his own death, hoping she'd break through to the next level soon!
