Dead silence!
Within the Three Thousand States, how many among the younger generation would dare to challenge the young Supreme of Immortal Hall with such contempt?
The atmosphere was tense, many people were breathing rapidly, fixated on the heroic figures in the center. A storm was brewing, and a significant blood battle was about to commence.
"Clang clang..."
The Successor of Immortal Hall stood still, but on either side of his body surged hundreds and thousands of Sword Qi, swirling with five-color divine halos, an astonishing sight to behold.
"The Supreme Hall has decayed, the inheritance is no more, the so-called remnants of the divine ring are nothing but a joke." His voice was cold as ice, showing no mercy.
A tide of killing intent swept over like a giant wave crashing into the sky, sweeping across the region. He stood like a Deity in the center of the field, with fierce Sword Qi all over his body, shining brightly.
