ce of this sword aura, was as fragile as tofu.All of this happened in the blink of an eye.The ancient god's face was still contorted, twisted with rage and fear. Its two enormous eyes were still spinn..."Qinyáo, I am your master's master... Your master's chief disciple is your teacher... If you do not save me, it would be a grave transgression!" Huādiē Zhenren's voice echoed from the dust.n on his forehead. 。For him, all of this was really sudden, truly like a dream. 。"Have all those disciples we recruited a few days ago already been sent to the Yaochi Holy Land" Fang Yu asked curiou...