Every Ziwei cultivator is enough to face ten times their number of Sikong clan members!
"How could I miss this battle?!"
The sound of a sword resounding across the sky suddenly exploded!
The next moment.
A stream of endless scarlet demonic qi fell hard on the Sikong family's army like a comet crashing into the sea, directly blasting out a massive hollow amidst the dense army!
As the brilliance dissipated, a white-haired figure in plain clothes appeared, bearing a sword coffin.
Crack—!
The sword coffin cracked open, a scarlet demon sword with a vertical eye on its hilt was gripped by a large hand.
"Patriarch, I've arrived late!"
Dugu Ni turned, glancing at Chen Zhixing in the chariot, then swept his gaze toward a Nirvana Realm existence with six arms among the Seven Elders.
"One of the Seven Elders, Venerable Qinghong, if my information is correct, you were the one who led people to destroy my Dugu race, wasn't it?"
