บท 579: Condensing The Rivers Soul

The black-armored old man frowned and his eyes lit up. First he looked at the river in the sky. After pausing for a moment, his gaze moved to the sword energy left by Sword Saint Ling Tianhou.

His eyes were glowing brightly as he stared at that sword energy and sucked in a breath of cold air.

"There is something mysterious about this river formed by his dao. However, it has just formed, so there isn't enough power behind it. But this sword energy… this sword energy is strong… very strong! The person who created this sword energy must be a peerless expert. I'm afraid that person's cultivation level has already entered Nirvana Shatterer!"

Wang Lin's two most powerful hands were brought out. His goal wasn't to fight but to shock the enemy!

Wang Lin had already become sober; the madness from the fruit had been suppressed and he had regained his cunning. Right now this old man was not someone he could deal with, let alone the mysterious existence in the black tower.