"Sword God... Fang Zhuo!" The Azure Moon Flame Emperor watched the man in front of him cautiously.
Fang Zhuo walked slowly around Zheng Yi, looking at the Enlightenment Master of the Nether Spirit Race with a faint smile.
Zheng Yi also took this opportunity to clearly see Fang Zhuo's appearance.
This guy wasn't particularly handsome, but his entire being exuded a carefree and unrestrained aura.
He wore a long robe in a blue-gray hue, his hair casually held up by a wooden hairpin. Besides the sharp sword in his hand, he had nothing else on him.
What surprised Zheng Yi the most was that Fang Zhuo's sword wasn't an exceptionally powerful Magical Artifact. Even from his perspective, it was nothing more than an ordinary treasured sword, perhaps just well-forged at best.
In the ordinary world, it could count as a Divine Soldier or sharp weapon.
But in the Cultivation Realm...
Such a weapon was no different from scrap metal.
