Zhao Fu spoke calmly in his heart.
The sword light that the Great Saint held in his palm began to squirm again in an instant.
The Power of Heaven and Earth seemed to erupt in that instant.
The Great Saint felt as if this world was targeting him.
It was just a moment.
The mighty power belonging to the Great Saint instantly suppressed the surrounding Heaven and Earth Spiritual Qi.
Instantly.
The winds were calm, the sea was vast.
The sky was tranquil.
Everything seemed as if nothing had happened.
Except for the figure falling from the sky.
The Great Saint glanced at his palm.
There was a scar that had already healed in the middle of his palm.
"The Human Race's Sword Dao is indeed formidable."
He looked calmly at Zhao Fu's falling figure.
If the other party were still alive, he would certainly want to return the favor.
But Zhao Fu had used all his strength to draw the sword against him.
"A warrior, nonetheless."
