Just as Chen Wu's words fell, an old-fashioned, silver longsword appeared in his hands.
This sword carried a hint of aged wear, with several visible cracks on the blade, even nicks on the edges.
Yet this somewhat aged longsword exuded a palpitating fluctuation.
Fang Lin was instantly on guard. The feeling this sword gave him was extremely threatening, a true divine weapon.
"I only use this sword when facing a truly strong enemy. Among the opponents I've met, you are one of the most capable," said Chen Wu, raising the silver longsword and pointing it towards Fang Lin.
Fang Lin touched his nose, with an odd expression said, "Are you acknowledging me?"
Chen Wu sneered coldly and without a response, suddenly swung his longsword at Fang Lin.
Despite being tens of steps away, a sword light, like a moonlit river, screamed out, carrying an annihilating aura, rushing straight at Fang Lin.
Fang Lin's hair stood on end, he quickly pulled out his big bone club to block in front of him.
