Between life and death, there is great fear.
Guo Zhennan resignedly closed his eyes, memories flashing like a revolving lantern in his mind, while a roaring sound reached his ears.
He was very regretful, wondering why he had urged the other side to summon the item from the sword box.
Now it's over, the fellow Sword Sect members will have to hold a ceremony for me.
After a few breaths, Guo Zhennan cautiously opened his eyes.
In front of the tall figure stood a man with gray temples.
Situ Cheng, one of the Four Great Divine Swords, was blocking his way, waving his hand to shatter the sword light.
Guo Zhennan immediately felt a sense of having narrowly escaped death.
His legs suddenly went weak, and he nearly sat down on the ground.
Because of the crowd around him, he forced himself to stand, to prevent losing face for the Sword Sect.
The despair he just felt was something he had never experienced before.
