The arena has been set up, waiting for everyone to test their skills.
People glanced at each other hesitantly, and several figures stepped into the air, directly landing in the arena.
A silver-haired elder took a spot, lightly stroking his single-bladed sword, his voice resounding powerfully:
"This old man is guarding the stage, blades have no eyes, fellow Daoists better be cautious!"
"Old Jiang is quick to act!"
"Bah! Let me deal with this old bastard!"
Someone immediately joins the stage, as two forces of blade energy collide fiercely, crisscrossing and surging massively.
"All are skilled and strong masters among grandmasters."
Seeing this scene, Meng Chuan silently nodded.
He knew the information about this elder who stepped onto the stage first.
This person is the "Silver-haired Wild Blade, Jiang Daoist Saint," a veteran grandmaster who has been in seclusion for a long time.
His domineering name made Meng Chuan remember him.
Chirp—!
