"Whoosh!"
The long river of Sword Qi surged like the Nine Heavens Galaxy descending from the sky, with power enough to destroy heaven and earth.
The one-armed saber-wielder was usually silent, but now he was swearing in anger.
He had painstakingly honed his Saber Technique for tens of thousands of years to achieve his current accomplishments.
But the Celestial Divine Race held deep foundations, unmatched by anyone.
They casually tossed out a Sword Pill, breaking through his Divine Techniques, how could one fight against this?
"Fellow Daoist, we are all of the same path, if we don't act now, when will we?"
Forced into a corner, Ancient Profound turned his gaze to Lu Yuan and quickly shouted.
Actually, without his urging, Lu Yuan had already darted out, charging straight at the young man in purple.
Though he wasn't a Reincarnated Immortal Venerable, the situation had reached this point, and the Celestial God Race wouldn't care about such details.
