As for Hong Yiren, she let out a miserable laugh as she trembled, her State of Mind completely shattered. She shook her head, looking as if her mind had become somewhat unhinged. Hong Tianya wasn't any better off, left with nothing but shaking his head, shaking his head, shaking his head…
"No! Impossible!!!" Hong Zhou roared hoarsely, his voice so loud it seemed to blanket heaven and earth.
That voice was like a terrifying Divine weapon, spreading toward the four directions. Falling into the Thousands Swords City below, how many Martial Cultivators were heavily injured by the shockwaves of that voice, bleeding from their seven orifices, their life or death unknown?
While Hong Zhou's roar was still echoing, it came, that one Sword of Ling, came…
