Seeing this scene, the white-bearded elder standing not far away changed his expression greatly. He never thought that the Eight-direction Wind and Rain Sword Array would be broken, and in such a manner.
"That is the power of a Saint!"
He felt the terrifying sword energy piercing through the sword array; otherwise, it couldn't have broken the Eight-direction Wind and Rain Sword Array, nor could Zhou An have possibly escaped from the sword array.
The situation that was supposed to be a sure win suddenly encountered a problem.
Yan Wenqing looked gravely at the woman dressed in peculiar clothes within the sword array: "She is not human. Suddenly losing three people, the Eight-direction Wind and Rain may not hold. Do I need to go up?"
The white-bearded elder shook his head and said: "You are currently in a state of meditation, which is critical... and that person has a problem."
"Who?" Yan Wenqing clearly didn't notice Su Changxing's arrival.
