Yellow sand filled the sky. Wind and sand swept everywhere.
The village was already filled with blood. Corpses, mutilated corpses, and the rich smell of blood made people want to vomit everything in their stomachs.
He Jian, who was holding a sword, had completely changed. He had become incomparably sharp and arrogant. Although he had only learned an incomplete technique, this move had the ability to split open the sky.
Ou Yangming focused his attention and looked over. He Jian's old body had transformed into a long sword that had been tempered a thousand times.
