Seeing the man who had been acting without fear just a short while ago now desolate and hopeless, the young cultivators who had endured much hardship certainly didn't feel any less vindicated.
Especially Ji Yinyin, the previous resentment she held against Wen Hanwei's aloof demeanor seemed to vanish.
To kill you, three swords are enough!
What a calm yet domineering statement.
Is this the elegance and allure of the Taixuan Nine Classics?
Where there is blood energy, there is a heart for contention, regardless of whether behind you stands the Golden Immortal or not, the truth lies above the sword tip!
If you commit evil, I will cut you down!
In Wen Hanwei's gaze, there was no Immortal Official Token, only a single human head.
With a slight movement of her divine thought, the Yuxiao Sword rang out as it drew from its sheath, the sound like breaking clouds.
Centered on her white attire, dust all around suddenly vanished.
