บท 623: He was Fine, That was Good

This was the might of an ancient killing sword—the Divine Sword Cang Yuan.

At present, only two people were still able to remain standing in the entirety of Little Silver Ancient Mountain. One of them was naturally Huangfu Qingjue. It was just that on his peerless elegant face, there were shades of difficulty and he was covered in a thin layer of sweat.

Even he did not think that the might of the Cang Yuan Sword would be so strong.

Seeing the demon emperor and the rest of his guards vomit blood and fall unconscious, Huangfu Qingjue was shocked in his heart and immediately grabbed Ling Chuxi's hand tightly, wanting to help her withstand the might of the Cang Yuan sword.

Turning towards Ling Chuxi, he saw that aside from her face turning pale, she had not fallen unconscious unlike the demon emperor and his guards.