Chapter One Hundred: The Rise of the Sword——!
"Sword King is mighty!"
Huangfu Xiaoran bowed respectfully, a salute stemming from genuine reverence, not because of the fame of the Sword King.
"Look, an old friend has arrived!"
Suddenly, the Daoist Xuan Kong's gaze sharpened as he looked towards the distant sky.
Outside of Immortal Burial Valley, Grandmasters from the top ten Martial Arts families, representatives from the ten great families of Jingzhou, and wealthy spectators from all across the vast Huaxia, all turned their eyes where Xuan Kong was looking.
"What... There's nothing there?"
After about ten seconds, everyone was a bit confused, as everything seemed calm as usual ahead, with no one in sight.
"They're here!"
At that moment, the Northern Cool Sword King uttered lightly.
Three figures appeared against the sky:
The first person wore a simple and unadorned monk's robe, looking just like an ordinary old monk!
