In the empty sky, the familiar figure appeared in front of everyone again. He casually grabbed the Immortal Slayer Sword and it returned to his hand. He waved his hand lightly, and in an instant, hundreds of thousands of ferocious spirits in the sky were killed with a single strike.
Seeing this scene, everyone was overjoyed and incomparably excited.
"He's fine, Master is fine…" Lin Qingzhu said with a sobbing tone. At that moment, she really thought that she was about to lose her master. She thought she had lost the master who had always been protecting her. Her helpless heart seemed to have drained all her strength, and she was paralyzed.
When she saw that her master was fine, she picked up the sword in her hand again. She stared at the figure that towered above the Nine Heavens, like an immortal from heaven, standing alone.
Everyone was incomparably shocked.
"Unbelievable! Perfected Ye's strength is simply too terrifying."