The group arrived at the final battle hall.
The appearance and furnishings of this hall, with a life-size bronze mirror standing in the center, were no different from the previous four halls.
But everyone felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy, because a Demon King was about to emerge.
After a moment, they finally saw Yan Yu's clone step out slowly from within the bronze mirror.
The girls' expressions immediately tensed up; unlike before, this clone wasn't dressed in the classically ornate attire but in plain clothes, holding a Huangting Heavy Sword, as if he were a swordsman straight out of a novel, the kind with little fame in the martial world.
"You've come," the swordsman said.
"I have," Yan Yu answered.
"You shouldn't have come," the swordsman added.
"Why?" Yan Yu questioned.
"Once you're here, you can't pretend to be deaf and dumb," the swordsman stated.
"Then I won't pretend," Yan Yu replied.
The swordsman's gaze swept over the crowd, then he suddenly said: