Zhao Xinmeng looked at Wang Lin. After pondering for a while, she suddenly smiled and softly said, “I underestimated you. Seventh Brother, I give up!” With that, she moved back to where the Purple Division disciples were.
However, just at this moment, a ray of purple light suddenly rushed over from the horizon.
The disciples of the other six divisions looked into the distance at the ray of purple light. More than half of them made a weird face after seeing the purple light.
The All-Seer’s expression remained the same. He didn’t even look at the purple light; he had his hands behind his back and his face was calm.
The purple light rushed over and stopped 1,000 feet away, revealing a middle-aged man inside. This person’s cheeks were pale and very skinny; he looked like sharp longsword that gave off a cold aura.
This aura was very similar to the aura of the disciples of Sword Saint Ling Tianhou.