Boom!
As the voice fell, a shocking sword intent shot up into the sky from that white-robed figure.
In the sky, the blood cloud that oppressed thousands of cultivators on the city wall had its might sharply reduced under that terrifying sword intent.
At this moment, the aura emanating from Qin Yang made the breaths of thousands of cultivators halt again.
"The Lord's aura... how strong!"
"It has far surpassed an ordinary Immortal Venerable realm powerhouse."
"Much stronger than the previous Lord Zhuo, I feel like I can hardly breathe."
"..."
On the city wall, a group of cultivators exclaimed in shock.
"You, you've actually reached the Middle Stage of the Immortal Venerable realm?!"
Across from Qin Yang, Elder Blood Moon suddenly showed an expression as if she'd seen a ghost, with a sharpness in her voice that she could not conceal.
"How is this possible, how can this be!"
Elder Blood Moon pointed a trembling finger at Qin Yang, mumbling repeatedly.
