Ling Xuzi looked at Jiang Ning, a mocking smile appearing on his lips: "Do you still intend to draw your sword against me? Against an Immortal?"
Upon hearing these words, Shen Wenyan behind him was greatly shaken.
The word "Immortal" made them incredulous.
Just then.
Jiang Ning suddenly looked far away into the sky.
In the vast sky, a streak of light flashed past.
The expanse turned into a single line, its speed was unbelievably fast, almost faster than his gaze.
As Jiang Ning's gaze shifted, Ling Xuzi also sensed something, suddenly turning around.
But just as he made his move, that streak of light penetrated endless space and went straight through his body.
"I said, those who excel in Grotto Heaven shall perish!"
A calm voice echoed above Yunyin Peak.
Though the voice was calm, it exploded like thunder in everyone's hearts.
Martial Saint!!
Everyone knew it was the Martial Saint who spoke.
