A sword explosion caused the surrounding Cultivators to dash into the distance. They were really afraid that Zong Shou would slash over or punch over and wipe them out.
Zong Shou's eyes were filled with rage.
Those people really felt that he would definitely die? They were so arrogant and didn't worry at all!
Even after wiping out dozens of Taoist Factions and killing Wu Xu, he couldn't threaten and scare them?
He looked around with a murderous gaze. Zong Shou scoffed coldly and kept his Nameless Sword and continued to travel toward the Southeast.
A moment later, he saw that 9,000-foot tall platform.
It stood tall, pretty much rising into the clouds. It was several miles long and above was a giant hall.