Chapter 908: Seven Wounds Sword Art
“This place is pretty good!”
Ye Qing smiled and curled his fingers like he was holding a lotus. Then, he lowered his hand and caused a towering silhouette to appear in the sky.
The silhouette wore a tall crown and a loose robe. Dark yellow energy surrounded his person, and a strange mark flickered on his forehead, noble and mysterious.
When the silhouette lowered his hand, what felt like an infinite amount of demonic thought flooded the Sword Tomb. What was a hidden corner of paradise instantly plunged into red dust.
In just an instant, everyone in Swordsgrave lost their consciousness. Everyone below Trueman stage was turned into his Heavenly Demon Dependent. Only a handful of people possessing priceless artifacts, an unbreakable will, a powerful cultivation, or all of the above managed to regain their consciousness.
“Who goes there?!”
An angry roar erupted as a pair of silhouettes soared into the sky, sword qi billowing.
They were an old man and a young woman.
The old man looked to be in his seventies, his hair completely white and his face gaunt as it could be.