"Ahhh!"
The mysterious old woman let out a blood-curdling scream as blood sprayed from her severed arm.
Qingya seized the opportunity to retreat to a safe distance!
Everyone was stunned by the scene. The mysterious old woman, a Late-Stage Spirit Infant Realm expert, had actually lost an arm to a single sword strike.
Moreover, the wound refused to close, and the blood flowed unceasingly.
Her severed arm had been instantly shredded into a bloody mist by the Sword Qi.
'What terrifying Sword Aura!'
'That's... an Ancient Holy Sword!'
It was as if everyone had come to the same realization.
They looked up, their gazes filled with shock as they stared at the ancient sword hovering in the air.
The body of the sword hummed softly, a sound like a dragon's cry that echoed in all directions, shaking the hearts and minds of all who heard it.
Jiang Jichen's gaze was frigid. With a grasp of his hand, the Wandering Dragon Holy Sword flew into his palm.
