In the sky, Murong Hua's aura surged, and the terrifying momentum made the mountains below tremble.
With a face full of mockery, he looked at Wei Fan: "You want to flatten Guangling Sect, want to kill me. How will you kill? Do you know what a Holy Sect is? Today, I will show you the invincible prestige of the Holy Sect."
As he spoke, a silver-white long sword appeared in his hand, emitting a dazzling light.
The Holy Soldier of Guangling Sect, the first treasure of the sect, and the foundation of Guangling Sect overlooking the wilderness for two thousand years, even during the era of Xuanyuan Peak's strength, because of the Holy Soldier's existence, they did not dare to move against Guangling Sect.
"Since the Battle of the Fallen Saint, for two thousand years, you are the first to die under our Guangling Sect's Holy Soldier, even in death you are enough to go down in history!"
