Mo Wangchen recognized the young man at a glance—it was none other than his first disciple, Zhang Hao!
How could Zhang Hao be here?
And why would he appear inside the palace?
More critically, at this moment, Zhang Hao's eyes were completely unfocused, like a puppet's, yet a terrifying aura spread from his body, making everyone present breathe heavily.
"Could he be controlled by that sword?"
Mo Wangchen was startled. From what he had heard earlier, the sword in Zhang Hao's hand was the divine weapon of Beiming Land, the Exterminating-Immortal Sword!
Buzz!
Zhang Hao walked forward step by step, his gaze hollow, like a puppet, surrounded by a powerful aura that sent shivers down one's spine.
With the Exterminating-Immortal Sword in hand—though it was only half a blade—people saw in Zhang Hao the air of a once-great Sword God.