At the same time, the venerables blocking the Qianyuan Soldier Killing Blade almost cursed out loud, almost swearing at Han Dong Venerable's ancestors up to eighteen generations.
They had seen shamelessness, but never such shamelessness, yet now they could only join forces to block the blade!
Wah wah wah wah...
A few breaths later, the pitch-black sword radiance finally shattered under their defense, and several venerables spat blood and were sent flying back, crashing heavily to the ground, leaving long marks.
But they immediately got back up, still spitting blood as they stared towards the direction of Wuji Town...
Their eyes filled with relief, thankful that they had joined forces, otherwise they would have been doomed.
Just then, Sikong Jing's deliberately aged voice rang out again: "You actually blocked it, then let's continue!"
