Seeing this man, the previously calm Jiang Chen instantly had a change in expression. Both his eyes instantly became red, and even breathing became difficult for him.
The Saint Cliff! That’s right, this place was the Saint Cliff! The scene in front of him was the exact same scene as the one that played out 100 years ago. This man was the greatest Saint in the entire world; he was Jiang Chen. The sword in his hand was the Heavenly Saint Sword, a name given by Jiang Chen. The sword had followed Jiang Chen his entire life.
Jiang Chen was breathing rapidly, as if he was experiencing the scene himself. It was like a rerun of what happened 100 years ago. He knew what was going to happen, it was the proudest moment of his life, and yet, it was something he never wished to experience once again. He would never forget about this experience.
The sound of thunder wreaked havoc, the dark clouds above the skies became thicker and thicker. Jiang Chen who was standing on the Saint Cliff had a serious expression. His majestic energy swept across the entire place. Slowly, he raised the Heavenly Saint Sword in his hand, and pointed it towards heavens.