Kapitel 674: Raising the Iron Broadsword and Becoming a Saint after Opening the Eyes

Along with the screeching sound, the iron broadsword was heaved up in the air. As the smoke and dust rose slightly, the rack for the broadsword broke into many sections.

Few people in the world could lift this broadsword; most of them could barely grab it fully. One could easily imagine just how big the hand covered with scars was.

"You guard here. I'll be back soon."

The deep and hoarse voice rang out again in the small temple and echoed in White Town and the sky.

The Young Zen Master took a glance at the small temple, his eyes full of bewilderment, wondering if his injury was fully healed and how he could possibly travel such a long distance.

The blood red cliff had suddenly collapsed. An exceedingly powerful force pushed upwards against the bottom of the small temple from the underground.

Boom!!!