The bright light from the Cold Underworld Sword reflected off Zhao Jiuge’s black robe. When the rain of sword energy got close, Zhao Jiuge’s clothes began to flutter. The surrounding people only saw him gently flick his wrist.

Bright, silver light from several rays of silver sword energy filled this dark, underground corridor. These rays of sword energy were completely different from the ones released by those eight women. Zhao Jiuge was indeed worthy of being a disciple from the holy land that focused on swords!

Zhao Jiuge didn’t bother using much skill. He used brute force to beat them, putting almost no sword intent into his attack.

Boom!

The rain of sword energy was destroyed by a gentle swing from Zhao Jiuge....