With a profound base built over tens of thousands of years, how could the Bloody Sword God even compete?
At this moment, Qi Yuan came out of his cave dwelling, ready to bask in the sun.
A voice entered his ears.
"The Bloody Sword God and our junior brother Qi Yuan must be from a lineage of fools, otherwise it cannot be explained, a formidable Zi Fu level cultivator, daring to proclaim that he will personally go to the Palace of Light and obliterate Lingxiao! The one who spoke was Kang Fulu."
Jiang Ya was stood to one side. Her eyebrows were furrowed, as though she, too, was contemplating something.
Qi Yuan, hearing Kang Fulu's words, was immediately unhappy: "Brother, is there any possibility that the Bloody Sword God will demonstrate his godly might and bring about the fall of the Palace of Light?"
"Impossible!" Kang Fulu shook his head.