Da Xuan Martial Saint
A thousand-year dynasty would inevitably face decay, and a hundred-year noble family would eventually return to dust. What in this world could last forever? Was it an Immortal Body, tempered a thousand times, or the Martial Arts will, in Heart Unity with heaven and earth? Chen Mu came to this world, his sword in hand, and when he turned back at dusk, countless heroes and millennium-old Demons had all turned to dust, leaving only one person on the road paved with yellow sand.
Chapter 186 Convergence_4
Xue Huaiyi's expression stiffened, and his gaze swiftly scanned the surroundings. He soon noticed that by the bank of a nearby water marsh, stood a figure in a Taoist robe who had appeared at some unknown time—it was Meng Danyun of the Seven Profound Sect.
All disciples of the four sects were present, which meant that the Hidden Pavilion's disciple might also be nearby. The mere thought that a disciple of the Blood Hidden Pavilion could be lurking in the shadows nearby was enough to send a chill down anyone's spine. However, it seemed unlikely that the disciple of the Blood Hidden Pavilion was interested in attacking them just yet. With all the sects' disciples gathered, could the recent tremor have been unusual?
At that moment,