“Three hundred years ago, after Mu Xuankong became a saint, he stayed within the Sword Sect without taking a step out. I’m afraid his name as a saint doesn’t hold much weight,” smiled the Grand Elder, Qin Jue. “He might be a fake saint. The rules in the Ancient Barren Domain should have changed a long time ago. Only Tian Xuanzi has the patience to insist on waiting for the Radiant Sword Saint’s passing.”

“It’s fine if he doesn’t come. But if he dares to come, I’ll destroy his name!” Qin Xiao arrogantly said.

“Sword Sect’s Mu Xuankong wishes to meet the current patriarch of the Nether Divinity Clan!” When a resounding voice echoed, the entire Nether Divinity Clan began to tremble as the hundreds of floating palaces swayed. It was as though they would collapse in the next...