Between Heaven and Earth, there was an ancient aura that had existed since the appearance of ancient Demon Beasts.
But now, it manifested itself actively around Zhou Yan's body as if it had come to life, gradually enveloping him.
Zhou Yan stood silently, letting his cascading black hair flutter in the air, his eyes deep and sharp, fixated on the one-legged old man. His Sword Intent had already solidified immensely.
The one-legged old man had a gloomy face and sneered repeatedly. Despite the slight fear in his dark eyes, the ruthlessness was more evident.
"The Nine Lives Gate is about to open, and you think you can kill me here? What audacity!"
The old man's cackling voice sounded somewhat hoarse, his throat bulging and contracting like a frog about to expel air, but this action was indeed daunting.
This was a sign of an ominous Sword Spirit about to appear.
