Swoosh!
The sword-light, like a shuttle, gently turned towards the neck of that Class V True Martial Cultivator...
Clang!
The handsome young man was suddenly stunned.
Zhao Feng and Qin Lingxiao also instantly felt their hair stand on end, their gazes fixed on the elder who suddenly appeared out of thin air.
The elder had hair and beard as white as snow, with tangled long hair casually draped, yet his gaze was as sharp as a hawk's.
Gazing at the handsome young man.
His eyes flickered with complexity, hesitation, struggle, and guilt.
In his broad palm, the Flying Sword that the handsome young man had summoned was struggling fiercely, but couldn't budge the big hand at all.
The rescued Class V True Martial Cultivator touched his own neck with lingering fear, then quickly bowed respectfully to the elder:
"Greetings, Martial Ancestor!"
"Martial Ancestor!"
At this moment, Zhao Feng and Qin Lingxiao's hearts sank into the abyss.
