The Saber Qi was condensed like frost.
A mighty silver line came from the west.
It was like a tide.
Among all the martial arts in the world, once one stepped into the tenth level of the Immortal Realm, one could use the power of heaven and earth to do whatever he wanted.
The Saber Master was not here.
The Saber Master was here.
It was enough!
A huge black shadow appeared in the mountains in the north. Fu Potian's figure was magnified dozens of times, standing proudly between heaven and earth.
He raised his right hand and held the Saber. Although the blood-red Saber was more than ten miles away from him, he could control it as if it was his own arm.
"Who … who is he?"
Cynanchum Chinense's breathing became sluggish. In an instant, fear rose spontaneously.
She had never … never seen such a master!
Even her master had never felt such pressure. Of course, it was not that her master was weaker than this person. It was just that Shen Zhenyi would not show his killing intent to her!
"Black clothes, pale hands, blood-red Saber."
Defu's teeth chattered as he thought of the recent terrible legend. "Could … could he be the Master of the Potian Sect, Fu Potian, who came back from the Secret Land of Chaos and broke into the imperial city? Why … why did he join the siege of the Abandoned Sword Villa? Isn't he a criminal like the Third Prince? "
This was unbelievable!
Fu Potian came back from the Secret Land of Chaos, and then the imperial city war broke out. He disappeared without a trace, and the emperor was furious. He condemned the Potian Sect and the Abandoned Sword Villa as criminals. Then he sent an army to besiege the Abandoned Sword Villa. After that, the news was not circulated.
The people of the Abandoned Sword Villa looked at each other. They did not know why Fu Potian would join the imperial army to attack the Abandoned Sword Villa.
Clang!
The first Saber fell like a waterfall from the Ninth Heaven, crashing into the rocks. It was deafening.
The entire Abandoned Sword Manor was shaken by this saber strike.
Fortunately, the Flying White Formation of Spiritual Blood still existed.
"Oh no!"
Cynanchum Chinense and Princess Long looked at each other. They could see the worry on each other's faces.
The power of this slash didn't hurt them, but all the previous attacks had never been able to penetrate the Spiritual Blood Flying White Formation and affect the Abandoned Sword Villa.
This shocking slash was actually able to break the formation!
Could it be that … the protection that Master had left for them was about to be broken?
From top to bottom of the Abandoned Sword Villa, as long as they were knowledgeable, there was a cloud of gloom.
They were able to hold on until now because of the formation left behind by the Third Young Master Shen. If this formation was destroyed, how long could the people in the villa last even if they resisted with all their strength?
"What a powerful blade technique."
In the distance, Black Tooth was fully clad in armor. He stood on his horse and let out a long sigh. He unconsciously tightened the reins.
This was simply a blade that could topple cities!
A martial artist could actually reach such a powerful realm?
Black Teeth was silent. No one knew what he was thinking.
At the same time, Shen Zhenyi had already entered Yangyu Palace.
He seemed to know everything, but he didn't care about anything at all.
The architecture of Yangyu Palace was different from the neatly organized imperial city. It was arbitrary and dilapidated. Many of the buildings were more than a thousand years old. Because the royal Su Lao lived here in seclusion, there was no way to renovate them.
Now that it was night, the rugged rocks and dilapidated walls added a terrifying aura to the place.
Lady Zi Ningjun leaned close to Shen Zhenyi, her beautiful eyes looking around vigilantly.
She could feel that in these ruins, there were hidden experts who could threaten her.
Even if these people were in seclusion, it showed that the foundation of the Great Moon Dynasty was really extraordinary!
"Be careful."
She rarely took the initiative to speak and pulled Shen Zhenyi's sleeve.
Shen Zhenyi smiled and gently patted her arm to comfort her. "Don't worry. The royal family is obsessed with the Eighth Cultivator of True Virtue. Their bodies are one with heaven and earth. As long as the imperial city doesn't fall, they won't come out. There are only a few people who can stop me here. "
Yangyu Palace was the most terrifying place in the imperial city, but it was not the time for the final battle.
Shen Zhenyi looked into the distance, his eyes shining like stars.
"What a big tone!"
A cold laugh suddenly came from the shadows in front of the three of them.
"I don't need many people to stop you. I alone should be enough."
The voice was gorgeous. Although it was malicious, it wasn't rude.
It even had a hint of gentleness. This was the nobility and etiquette of the century-old Chinese.
A handsome middle-aged man slowly walked out from the shade of the tree. He wore a flat imperial crown on his head and a pair of cloud boots on his feet. His gold-trimmed robe swayed in the wind, showing off his elegance.
He had a calm expression on his face. His appearance was dignified, and his eyes were warm. He looked at the three people like a god looking at mortals or a human looking at ants.
There was no ridicule or disdain in his eyes, only indifference!
"The Eighteenth … Sage King!"
Young Master Yu exclaimed.
The Eighteenth Sage King was already a legendary figure. Who would have thought … that he was still alive?
The Great Moon Dynasty monopolized the top martial arts of the World of Eight Cultivators. Every generation would produce amazing figures.
But the Eighteenth Sage King was a genius among geniuses.
It was said that at a young age, his strength had already surpassed his brother who was about to inherit the throne. If he wanted to, he could have replaced his brother and become the ruler of the world.
But he didn't.
Taking their brotherhood into consideration, the Eighteenth Sage King retired from the throne and even took the initiative to leave the imperial city. They went on expeditions and became famous.
About three hundred years ago, the previous emperor died, and Chanyu Jing succeeded the throne. At that time, it should have been easy for the Eighteenth Sage King to become brothers.
But he didn't. Instead, he gave up all his duties and retired to Yangyu Palace. Since then, there had been no news of him.
Of course, his legend was still circulating in the world, but many people thought that he was dead.
Who would have thought that not only was he not dead, he was still alive! His martial arts had reached an unfathomable level!
Why didn't he fight for the throne?
Why did he live in seclusion here?
Eldest Young Master Yu looked at Shen Zhenyi in horror.
Shen Zhenyi smiled and said, "The Hero of Eight Cultivators, Chanyu Eighteen. I haven't heard this name for a long time. I didn't expect to see it here."
The Eighteenth Sage King was slightly stunned. He glanced at Shen Zhenyi and said indifferently, "I didn't expect that youngsters nowadays would still know this saying. I really don't deserve to be called the Hero of Eight Cultivators. "
When Shen Zhenyi heard this saying, it was more than four hundred years ago.
At that time, the Eighteenth Sage King was still at his peak.
But now … he had surpassed that peak.
Shen Zhenyi sighed slightly and said, "You were originally a martial arts genius, but unfortunately, you were tied down by love and the bloodline of the Great Moon Dynasty. In the end, you couldn't transcend this side of the world. If you leave now, you can still keep your life. Otherwise, you will be destroyed together with the stone, which is really a pity. "
The meaning of his words was that he still didn't put the Eighteenth Sage King in his eyes.
Eldest Young Master Yu smiled bitterly. Indeed, you have the qualifications to look down on the world, but … you should at least be a little more polite, okay?
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