"Taiping Temple, Ten Thousand Buddha Temple."
Li Fan looked up at the people from the two great factions and laughed out loud, "For what purpose do you all come here, is it also to kill me?"
At this moment, he stood alone with a sword across the sky, facing heroes from all over the land, and the cultivators around the Qiyun Mountain Range looked at that figure with a hint of solitude.
One person, one sword, faced with the entirety of the Great Li World.
Lonely, yet somewhat tragic.
But even so, he remained standing, as resolute as a sword, proudly facing the sky, as if even if he were against the world, he would still break it with one sword.
Perhaps this is the sword of Li Mountain.
For many cultivators in the Capital, the Li Mountain Sword was always in legends, today, they finally saw it, on a young man.
