Chapter 707: Where's Ruxley White?

After steadying his breath, Xuanyuan Yunhu looked up and scanned the surroundings. A vast plaza stretched before him, roughly the size of two soccer fields. Thick white fog pooled along its edges, swallowing whatever lay beyond. In the dead center stood a stone tablet four or five meters tall, stark against the mist. Xuanyuan Yunhu strode over and looked up at it. At the top, a line of characters blazed gold. "Xuanyuan Yunhu, sword spirits slain: 38!" "What's this?" His eyes narrowed. The tablet...