"You are all too kind,"
Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate waved his hands and gazed at the remaining Ming Clan Army. With a sweep of his hands, thousands of purple Sword Threads pierced through the void, slashing through the masses like countless sharp swords.
Rip!
The tens of thousands of Ming Clan soldiers present were shattered to pieces, not one survived, thoroughly resolving the crisis.
"The task of cleaning up the battlefield I'll leave to you."
Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate retracted all the Sword Threads and landed on the ground, exchanging looks with Xueyue Fairy, Chu Tianhe, and others.
"Thank you, Senior!"
Xueyue Fairy expressed her gratitude once again. "Senior, you've aided us greatly. Please join us at the table. I must host you properly so as not to neglect the manners of courtesy."
"Hmm, alright." Ancient Spirit Immortal Venerate did not decline.
A moment later.
Inside the Sect Master's Grand Hall.
