Under the night sky.
The Celestial Sword, with its unmatched sharpness, was incredibly conspicuous, illuminating everyone's eyes. No one had any spare thoughts to consider where this sword came from or whose hand wielded it.
They had only one thought.
Stop the Old Demon.
The Celestial Sword streaked across the sky, penetrating above everyone's heads in an instant.
In the distance, the Divine Feather Grand General was delighted.
"Stop Old Demon Lin, and this General will reward you handsomely!"
Old Demon Lin glared angrily; he couldn't believe the True Martial Sect still had such a hidden powerhouse, making his hopes dashed, and leaving him cold and sinister.
The blood-colored blade qi surged; he wanted to try one more time.
If exterminating the sect wasn't possible, he at least needed to vent his anger.
