Shang Ziyan’s Sword

The various Saint Kings of Heaven Field looked toward Shang Ziyan, wondering what kind of choice he would make.

Neither of the two people who had just entered was easily dealt with. Even if they had the upper hand in numbers, it was highly likely they would need to pay a heavy price.

The Heaven Field practitioners present were all talented individuals, and could possibly become Supreme Saints. Who would want to die?

Shang Ziyan could tell what they were thinking, so he looked at the dwarf seven-step Saint King and said, "Zhuo Man, take your pick first."

Zhuo Man lifted his axe and licked his dry lips. Looking at Corpse Emperor Tianming, he smiled. "I will fight that guy." 

Following that, he dashed out and smashed his axe towards Corpse Emperor Tianming.

Within the palace, a Saint of the Kunlun Field uttered in shock, "Complete Seven-Yao power!"

Normally only ninth-step Saint Kings could command such a power.