The voice was not loud, yet it echoed in everyone's ears with unparalleled clarity.
The tumultuous Qi Mechanism in the void became stagnant.
The group of formidable fighters who had been raging and ready to strike, now all halted their actions.
Su Yang turned his head to see the figure in the Gold-Patterned Profound Robe slowly walking to his side.
The Immortal Sword that had flown in from beyond the Immortal Mountain, radiating a terrifying murderous intent, was now quietly held in his hand.
There was no exceedingly powerful aura emerging, yet it made the many strong men present dare not make any rash moves.
"Senior!"
Su Yang respectfully said, bowing his head.
Qin Zheng nodded slightly, his gaze calmly meeting the many formidable beings before him.
"You all want this sword?"
He raised the Immortal Sword in his hand, flicked the blade with his finger, and immediately a crisp sound of the sword's hum rose.