Red Dust Sword, how could it recklessly ascend to the Heavenly Palace?
Wherever this sword light passed, the black mist dissipated completely, and several shadows within almost instantly crumbled and scattered.
"Courting death!"
As the black mist dispersed, Lu Sheng's enraged voice resounded.
He hadn't expected that everything he had meticulously planned would be obstructed by this old relic on the brink of death.
The Nine Tripod was heavy, and he was surrounded by countless experts along with nearly ten thousand soldiers on the square, numerous firearms; even an Immortal would have to kneel.
However, his anger was completely futile.
After Cheng Jianxin executed this exquisite sword strike, his vitality was utterly severed. He stood there with his sword raised, head bowed, motionless like a statue.
Lu Sheng's fury found no outlet as he flickered to Cheng Jianxin's corpse, his sleeves billowing and a fierce astral wind roaring from his hand as he delivered a palm strike.
