He had to prove himself.
This was the first test! The Wind Snow Little Grandmaster, who had felled the Grandmaster Demon Emperor of Great Liang with a single sword strike—no one in the world dared to ignore him.
But that was all.
If the Wind Snow Little Grandmaster refused to agree, then today, this very Wind Snow Little Grandmaster would die in this courtyard.
He had brought him.
The strongest man in Great Zhou.
The leader of the Seven Sects.
The Sword Daoist of the Returning Ruins Sword Sect.
He had entered the First Grade at thirty-six and reached the Peak of the world at forty-two. Now, fifteen years later, no one knew just how powerful he truly was.
They only knew one thing.
If the world were to be unified and the Qi of the lands surged forth, he would surely be the first person of this era to step into the Grandmaster Realm.
"Then let's put it to the test."
"Heh."
"Great Liang is not as simple as you think."
