The worldly blockade was shattered by an Emperor's imposing presence.
Centered on Celestial Water City, innumerable Sword Cultivators appeared in all directions. Each one stood with extraordinary poise, riding their swords as if they were Celestial Exiled Immortals.
In the void, a violent power lingered, refusing to dissipate. Two figures stood merely a few dozen meters apart, facing each other.
Two extremely powerful auras clashed relentlessly in the void.
They came from two completely different sources.
One was pure, solid gold, radiating immense vitality. The other was a dim, gray mist, exuding a power of deathly stillness and evil.
Lu Mingyuan held the Peach Talisman, his body as straight as a long spear. His eyes flashed like lightning as he stared directly at Witch Palace Language.
The aura emanating from him was already approaching that of a Great Power of the Upper Three Grades.
