Ding Hao laughed out loud. Holding the rusted sword in his hand, he glided around disappearing and reappearing like a ghost.

The more than a dozen experts at the Martial Emperor Realm could not see his tracks at all.

He was like a traveler wandering in the void. From time to time, he would stab out with his sword. A silvery light would flash in the void, and someone would gasp in shock and retreat frantically.

Singlehandedly, he was able to fight more ...