He Yitian was somewhat surprised.
Previously, during battles with the Wilderness tribe, Sacred Soldiers had emerged, and entire tribes had been revived. Unfortunately for those tribes, He Yitian's forces also possessed Sacred Soldiers.
The strength of the eight Lords far surpassed that of the Wilderness tribe; the revived Sacred Soldiers were not even in the same league.
But now, the person before them had also produced a Sacred Soldier...
He's got some skills!
He Yitian narrowed his eyes. "You lot, go have some fun with him."
The eight Lords: "..."
The towering Sword Mountain, hundreds of feet wide, loomed across the sky like an ancient behemoth, its pervasive Saint Tao pressure saturating the air.
Even more terrifying, they could sense the aura of the Great Tao within the Sword Mountain—faint and elusive, yet undeniably real.
This isn't a Sacred Soldier. This damn thing is a Quasi-Emperor Weapon!
