A sword soared through the sky, the Qingping Sword's momentum crushing from above.
Under the terrifying pressure of this revered Treasure of Sword Sect, even someone in the Refining Void Realm had to bow their head and bend their waist!
Su Bei stood leisurely in the void, his azure crown and white robe flapping in the wind and snow.
His eyes narrowed, gazing into Luo Ritian's eyes with a depth no one could comprehend.
Luo Ritian swallowed hard, his mind blank as he stared fixedly at the Longsword in Su Bei's hands and at Su Bei's serene eyes.
His body trembled slightly, and he involuntarily took another step back.
The Disciples of Wuhua Palace behind him were shocked beyond measure. They gazed at Su Bei, who appeared like an Immortal in the firmament, taking a long time to regain their senses.
"You're stepping on my foot..."
"Spineless wretch! Stop retreating!"
"Your pants are wet. Wipe them before you speak."
