“We send off the Radiant Sword Saint!” All the Samsara Edict Realm experts raised their heads and said in fearful voices. The Radiant Sword Saint might be old, but his blood hadn’t dried up, and he still had his pride. Simultaneously, they all understood the Radiant Sword Saint’s words.

He wouldn’t interfere if it were to better the juniors. But if someone wanted to be shameless bully his disciple when they were a senior, he would kill that person, and that was the same even for a quasi-Saint of the Netherworld Hall. All the Radiant Sword Saint did was use a single glance, and Qiu Qiong was dead.

The forehead of Chang Cheng of the Heavenly Astral Pavilion was covered in sweat. He felt that he had just brushed past death. After all, Qiu Qiong was a quasi-Saint, but even he couldn’t resist the Radiant Sword Saint. He felt that the Radiant Sword Saint would start a massacre on this trip to the Netherworld Hall, and he could even predict the deaths of their saints.

So he was now rejoicing that he didn’t make...