Given Empyrean Kong shi's rules, pierced by the opponent's sword, knowing there was no room for return, Zhang Xuan took a step forward, the Cold Nether Sword materialized in his palm, and with a light flick, multiple strands of sword qi drifted like fine rain.
Silky Rain Sword.
The surrounding guards, possessing only around Galaxy 6-dan in strength, couldn't withstand it, and with just one move, they all flew backwards and crashed to the ground.
One by one, their chests displayed hideous wounds, lying on the ground paralyzed.
Among his peers, Zhang Xuan, without even using the Pathos of Heaven Sword Technique, was undoubtedly invincible.
"You…"
Seeing this scene, the initially charging guards involuntarily halted, each filled with fear.
Even the elderly accuser's expression fluctuated, turning alternately red and white.
