Ning Xiao, Old Hu, and Old Jian stood upon the high ramparts of the Seven Treasure City, their gazes locked onto the two figures hovering with nonchalant arrogance in front of the massive, undulating sea of the Allied Army.
The sky itself seemed to buckle under the weight of the collective Qi being released by the million-strong force, but it was the two men at the vanguard who truly commanded the terror of the moment.
"They are... The Grand Archer, Dai Xuan, and The Undying, Buo He. Those two are still alive!?" exclaimed Old Jian, his voice carrying a rare tremor of disbelief.
As the one hailed as the Sword Saint who had lived through a century of shifting powers, he knew these names not as contemporary rivals, but as legends that should have been buried by time.
