"Where is the Southern Primordial!"
A domineering voice, like thunder, sounded as a man in a black robe flew over. His robe bore the pattern of a three-legged Golden Crow, his face pale, hair disheveled, eyes incredibly cold, carrying a massive sword larger than his body on his shoulder. The blade was pitch black with dozens of blood lines, exuding a menacing aura.
Powerful!
At the first sight of the black-robed man, the Fallen Sword Emperor and Nine Palaces Supreme both had such a thought.
Nine Palaces Ling squinted and asked, "Who are you, with such strong sword energy, surely not an unknown?"
The black-robed man was also a swordsman like the Fallen Sword Emperor, but instead of the restraint and indifference of a swordsman, he exuded a wild aura.
"Is my name worthy for you to know?"
The black-robed man snorted coldly and, while speaking, pointed his sword at Nine Palaces Ling, shouting, "Ugly hag! Speak quickly! Where is the Southern Primordial?"
Ugly hag!
