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"What is this?"
Before them, billions of Sword Lights suddenly shot forth, dazzling and blinding. Even as Immortal Kings, the Empress and her three companions found it difficult to look directly at the light, feeling as if their eyes were being pierced by thousands of swords. Their complexions drastically altered as they covered their eyes and retreated repeatedly.
As the Sword Light approached, it converged in front of Yang Ji and manifested into a silver-haired elder, an imposing figure standing tall and straight as a sword itself.
Upon seeing this scene, Yang Ji's heart tightened, and he hastily offered his respects, "Junior pays respects to the senior."
"You are..." The Empress and the others, upon seeing the elder, exchanged looks, and couldn't help but tentatively ask.