"Dead?"
"Heavenly Blade Song Que was slain just like that?"
"A Holy Soldier from another world's Holy Land?"
"How terrifying!"
All were aghast, utterly frightened.
At this moment, all fighting ceased.
The disciples of Cihang Temple paled, their eyes filled with unease, their hearts consumed by panic.
Shi Zhixuan's gaze was fixated on Zhu Yuyan, who stood in the void, holding the Yao Guang Holy Sword, her imposing presence unmatched, her beauty unparalleled, as turmoil surged within him:
Such a fearsome Holy Soldier, definitely not from our world. Did Zhu Yuyan truly encounter a Divine Spirit? The God of Hongmeng? What sort of god is this?
HUM.
As he pondered, Zhu Yuyan seemed to sense something, her gaze instantly turning toward the direction where Shi Zhixuan stood.
Their eyes met.
Sparks seemed to fly in the air.
Following Zhu Yuyan's gaze, everyone saw Shi Zhixuan.
