Saint Venerable Yanyuan

Wu Yazi was filled with disbelief as he looked forward. 

The gap in skill was simply too huge, resulting in him losing all his fighting intent and thoughts of taking revenge. 

If he could, then naturally he wanted to escape. However, he was locked down by the Sword Intent such that he couldn't move at all.

While his eyes were initially filled with fear, they became filled with more doubt and viciousness.

"You think you are strong and look down on people of the same grade, but you don't know that other people are hidden experts?"

Yexuan said emotionlessly as the dozens of Iron Crosses flew over.

The area in front of him first twisted into the shape of a cotton flower, then it caved inward, forming into the shape of a sword.

It wasn't refined but there was a domineering Sword Intent that wrapped around it.

Wu Yazi's pupils constricted slightly

"No! Yexuan, Yexuan, you are Xiaoyao Xuan…"