Take A Stroke Of My Sword

"Saint Master."

Palace Master Wu Luo and other experts from Abysmal Palace came next to Abysmal Saint Master.

Abysmal Saint Master's face was pale. The aura from his body wasn't even comparable to an ordinary Sir God's.

He looked at the arrogant man in the white robe with hatred but didn't dare to rage.

He knew clearly that that man had the power to kill him easily.

He was in great disbelief.

Over the years, he had been on the third place on Heaven and Earth Supreme ranking list. Even Red Dragon King, who was on the second place, didn't care about Red Dragon King much, even though he was on a higher ranking than he was.

He thought that only Emperor Bai could really be above him in the world.

He had always thought so.

But then, when he saw the arrogant man in the white robe that day, the pride in him had instantly vanished.

It was obvious that he belittled the world.

"Let's go!"