But he never truly allowed the Three Saints of Tianji Pavilion to plot for Hong Yuan's secret treasures!
The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. The Sword Master raged, his hair standing on end, and his pores expanded as fierce sword light shot towards the surroundings.
Bang, bang, bang.
Three sounds of shattering echoed, and three blood mists appeared in the field.
Ziji Fairy, Xuanhun War General, and Jincun Battle General's flesh remained not, leaving only consciousness entrusting in their respective Holy Artifacts.
If they wish to reconstruct their Saint's bodies, it would take at least fifty years!
Fifty years is more than enough for Hong Yuan to advance to the seventh or even the eighth tier.
After all, in today's era, storms are rising, dragons and serpents overturning.
"Hiss~" All the Saints of Phoenix Creek sucked in cold air and froze, not knowing what madness the Sword Master was up to again.
