The Sword Qi of Desolate Ridge clanked against the shoulder of the man in the blue shirt, scattering and bursting into tiny sparks.
The Wangyou Island Master took out his wine gourd, drinking a mouthful. He looked around the Desolate Ridge full of shattered pits, where Sword Qi and Sword Aura were mixed together, along with some strange presence...
"Seems I've come a bit late."
The Wangyou Island Master scratched his head awkwardly. The next moment, he suddenly realized the source of the strange presence and said in surprise, "How come there's a presence of Great Cultivators from the Demon Country? Are those lunatics from the Demon Country really so reckless, daring to act near the territory of Da Sui Sword Palace?"
"You... are not just a little bit late, you're too late!"
