The sound of the heaven-shattering instantly drew everyone’s attention as they saw a crimson blade suspended in the heavens like the fang of an ancient ominous beast. Based on the demonic aura that the blade released, it was clear that this was a demonic saint artifact.

The blade made Lin Yun squint his eyes because the blade was awfully familiar. But Lin Yun soon widened his mouth because he finally recalled where he saw this blade. If it was really as he had speculated, then it might be even more troublesome for them.

“Hehe, I’m here!” A burst of laughter sounded out as a figure appeared from the broken heaven and grabbed onto the demonic blade. When he landed on the ground, a powerful wave of demonic aura swept out that made the ground tremble.

“Yan Tie, seventh guardian of the Sky Bale Pavilion greets Young Master Luo under the pavilion master’s orders!” Yan Tie smiled and bowed toward Luo Hua. This made both Lin Yun and Bai Ting look at Luo Hua with surprise. After all, the newcomer was the same demonic...