When the black-robed elder, looking like the God of Death, cast his gleaming, cold eyes toward the God Sword Sect, everyone within the sect felt their blood instantly run cold.
Before such a terrifyingly powerful existence, no one could harbor even the faintest glimmer of a lucky escape; everyone had already prepared themselves to meet their deaths.
"Obediently hand over the woman who has comprehended the Dao of Light, along with the heaven-shaking supreme treasure urged forth by that child. This deity will grant you a painless death."
Chapter 811