All the spectators in the surroundings were flabbergasted!

The Sword Emperor has died just like that? The Sword Emperor that appears every few thousand years has died just like that? She even died at the hands of a sword cultivator? Isn’t it said that all swords submit before the Sword Emperor?

All of them were puzzled, extremely puzzled by the scene before them!

Right at this moment, the ancient sheathe that was locked in combat with the Nether Ghostflame had erupted with a strand of dazzling and resplendent light, and then a sword howl resounded through the nine heavens. The ancient sheathe transformed into a slightly ethereal woman in a white dress. The woman glanced at Yang Ye with a complicated expression, and then her figure flashed to Mo Qingyu. She sighed lightly as she gazed at the hole on Mo Qingyu’s chest, and then her fair hand moved slightly while strands of green energy surged towards the hole!

The spectators in the surroundings instantly revealed solemn expressions when they saw this woman in a white dress. It was common knowledge that the ancient sheathe had a spirit. They had never laid eyes on it in the past, but they had now.

None of them dared to look down upon that woman because she was a peerless expert...