"Who are you!"
The white-robed cultivator's expression changed as he looked at the green-robed cultivator who had appeared before him. His gaze had already become much more serious.
Even he had felt an immense threat from that sword strike just now.
No doubt.
This is a formidable opponent of the same level.
"I am Aoba. State your name!"
Hovering in the air, Aoba exuded terrifying Sword Intent that enveloped him, making him seem like a saint among swords descended to the world, silently erasing the space around him.
Aoba!
Upon hearing this name, the white-robed cultivator recalled his memories but couldn't think of a powerful sword cultivator named Aoba from the ancient past in the Lower Realm.
Judging from the aura around him, he'd fully stepped into the peak of the fifteenth-level Daluo Golden Immortal. If he took one more step, he'd be destined to prove the Saint realm.
Once this thought crossed his mind.
