"So, a battle is inevitable after all?"
The old monk slightly squinted his eyes.
He silently watched the man before him wielding a special Spiritual Sword,
whose entire being overflowed with a terrifying sword energy that seemed unbeatable, a scion of the Royal Yan Family in the Mortal Transcendence Realm.
He couldn't help but sigh softly.
Afterward, he waved his hand.
A holy energy, as pure as milk, began to emanate from his body.
In his hands hung a string of White Buddha Beads.
At the moment, under the influence of the mysterious White Brahma Force, they began to levitate slowly in the void.
The size of the Buddha beads grew rapidly, increasing at least dozens or even hundreds of times in a very short span of time.
"A Sword Cultivator in the Intermediate Stage of Mortal Transcendence, you're certainly among the top five in terms of cultivation and strength for the cultivators of the Da Feng Dynasty and even the neighboring regions,"