"Sage, please show mercy. I know I'm wrong!" After Zhen Caihe spurted out the bloody mist, he immediately felt the gap between himself and the other party. He did not care about his face and actually begged for mercy. However, Saint Zi Xiao put his hands behind his back and did not pay attention to her. He just looked at the pale-faced her.
Zhen Caihe only felt that his immortal sword was about to lose connection with him. However, at this moment, she was already unable to control her immortal sword. Reluctantly, she looked at Saint Zi Xiao and then raised her head to look at the sword cloud that had been separated by the white light radiating from the Allheaven Mirror.
"Collect!" Saint Zi Xiao spoke again, and the sword cloud dissipated completely. A round white mirror fell from the sky
