Blood Sun Swordsman stared at the four collective wills of the Xianmen Sect.
The contemporary governor of Xianmen Sects looked at her calmly, without speaking.
These two were never in a fealty relationship, but a collaborative relationship. Without the Xianmen Sect commanding the army, the Blood Sun Swordsman found it difficult to defeat the many forbidden zone Taoists in the starry sky, nearly unifying the realm.
This space was cold.
Around them, True Immortal Fairies, Sword Cultivators, and Cultivators held their breath.
"Haha..."
"As expected of the Ancestor Master's descendant."
The Blood Sun Swordsman laughed splendidly: "What a shame, truly a shame. I am a person of my word, unwilling to break my pledge. Otherwise, I could have gained another opportunity before becoming the emperor, adding another measure of certainty."
Even he did not dare underestimate this coronation of the Golden Era.
"No, no,"
"Perhaps we could try."
The governor of the Xianmen Sect smiled.
