One person, one sword, floating in the sky, facing the Alliance's five Emperor Realm powerhouses with complete composure.
At this moment, Yue Wuxia was without doubt the most eye-catching existence.
When the breeze blew past, she raised the Ugly Sword in her hand, pointing at them from afar. The Dominant Blood within her body slowly began to boil like a kettle of water, steam surging forth.
A terrible pressure seeped out from her skin.
Thread by thread, wisp by wisp.
Of course, equally eye-catching were the two controllers of the Wuji Sect.
Everyone else exuded awe-inspiring Divine Might, looking down upon the world, or had their Divine Weapons awakening, making them seem like fiends or gods. And you… what's with carrying a coffin on your head?
Many people stared blankly, thinking of something.
In the past, when Chen Pingping faced powerful enemies, there had also been such a scene—swinging a coffin in his hand in great arcs, slaying enemies with overwhelming momentum.
