Chương 1150: A Sword Swept Across Billions of Miles, Holding the Righteous Sword (3)

In the distant sky, Daoist Zhu Yun, who was wearing green armor and a golden crown, had a gloomy expression and muttered coldly, "Did you see that? This is the face of the aristocratic families and those small sects under my Daoist sect's rule."

Behind him, a row of Daoists in similar green armor stood there motionlessly. Their bodies were filled with immortal light and they were imprisoned by the explosive power.

"The Bitter Immortal Realm is in turmoil, and we can't tolerate these pests destroying the struggle for control of the Ascension Immortal Platform."

A manic crimson appeared on Zhu Yun's face, and endless starlight flickered in his eyes.

He raised his hand, and a golden rune flickered in his palm.

"Order: Under the rule of the Three Cities, eradicate the Murong family with all your might. Those who are negligent will be punished together."