Exclamations of shock dropped, and the whole plaza was so silent you could hear a pin drop. Every gaze stared at that old man in disbelief.
West Ling Sword Saint?
Xu Yang looked totally bewildered—West Ling Sword Saint? That sounded insane, but he had never even heard of him before!
"Mr. Xu, with the West Ling Sword Saint here, even the royal palace wouldn't dare go too far!" Song Yuanhao finally let out a breath, chuckling softly.
"Mr. Song, who exactly is he?" Xu Yang was full of curiosity.
"Jian Chuan. A direct heir of West Ling Sword Mountain. That Sword Mountain branch is always single-passed—one master, one student—arguably the pinnacle of the Sword Dao in Daqian. Admittedly, the Sword Saint from the east has been dominating lately, but the West Ling Sword Saint's reputation has never waned!"
"If it was just him, with a Myriad Manifestations Realm Perfection cultivation, maybe not scary—but don't forget, their line is always single-passed!"
