Fourth Hall, Zhanshen!

Whether it was Zhang Zhenbiao and the others who had followed Han Muye, or Zhu Yong and Gong Shu opposite Han Muye, they did not expect Han Muye to be so direct.

""Good, this is the peerless sword immortal of the Trial Grounds!"

Zhu Yong shouted loudly, and a sword light soared from his body.

Gong Shu also laughed and raised his sword, colliding with Han Muye's dazzling sword light.

"Clang—"

The sound of the sword resounded for thousands of miles.

Zhang Zhenbiao and his group couldn't see anything in front of them, only a bright light.

The explosive vortex caused by the collision of the swords enveloped them and dragged them dozens of miles away.

"So this is a true master of the sword… " Zhao Chen looked up, watching the three sword lights in front of him colliding like tornadoes, stirring up surging immortal energy.

Behind him, Elder Chu nodded with a complicated expression.