"This?"
"It's called Dragon Scale."
Mingguang sneered, "Otherwise, what do you think I spend so many years preparing for?"
Dragon Scale!
It was a sword.
From outside, it looked like an ordinary sword.
However, it was this sword that made Li Xiaoru feel threatened.
"Experience it for yourself."
Mingguang held Dragon Scale and slashed it down diagonally.
Swish!
The world summit seemed to be divided into two by it.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
In fact, when Su Hao saw the sword at the first glance, he already felt something amiss, "This sword... I somewhat feel it's very familiar..."
"What's wrong?" The others asked.
"Something is wrong with that sword."
Su Hao thought for a moment.
The long-lost memories came into his mind. At this time, he finally knew the reason why he felt that the sword was familiar. That sword...
