Frost Sword Against Black Saber
Harry Taylor was stunned when he saw this person.
"Prison Holy Sect, Lavish…"
The moment those words left his mouth, his expression visibly changed.
The noisy surroundings suddenly seemed distant.
The sky above the Martial Emperor Tomb was filled with countless figures. Streaks of light crossed the heavens like shooting stars as more cultivators arrived from every direction of the Forsaken Domain. Ancient warships floated in the distance, giant spirit beasts roared across the skies, and powerful auras rose and fell like waves upon an endless sea.
Yet Harry's eyes remained fixed on the figure standing before them.
Lavish.
He happened to know this person. He was the successor of the Prison Holy Sect, who was equally famous as Rex Vine and Fairy Fiona.
Why was it him?
Harry's heart trembled slightly.
