บท 5127: The Power of Thought

The arrogant Gu Yuan knelt on both knees, his eyes glazed over.

He knelt quietly in front of Jian Wushuang.

This scene shocked Xiang Bingyun, who had rushed over, on the spot. He knew Gu Yuan's strength better than anyone else.

He was a veteran Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal in the Ancient Era, but now, he was enslaved just by a sword technique.

He was confident that he could defeat Gu Yuan in one move and enslave a Nine Revolutions Grand Yan Immortal. Even an Imperial Lord would not be able to do so easily, let alone him.

Only the legendary mightiest cultivators of the illusory realm could do it.

"Sir, are you an illusions cultivator? Why are you here in my Great Si Region?" Xiang Bingyun couldn't help but ask. If the other party was really an illusions cultivator, then he shouldn't be someone from the Great Si Region.