The sword-light was resplendent, carrying with it a might that could split mountains and seas.
Even the crying northern winds froze for a moment, and the whole world fell silent.
When Dong Chenyu saw such a terrifying scene, he secretly gasped and wondered, 'This... What kind of sword is this?' How could it be so terrifying?' The sword attack had completely shattered his understanding of the path of swords. Given that a top-grade Spiritualist could display such a sword aura, it could only be described as "unprecedented".
The sense of danger in his mind reached its peak. Every cell and hair on his body seemed to be screaming.
Dong Chenyu hurriedly exhaled the turbid air in his chest. His Dantian Lake was boiling. At this moment, even if he was a Venerable One, he did not dare to be arrogant.
His state of mind was restrained. He gathered his Qi and exhaled. All of a sudden, he roared, and a voice that sounded like a demon or a monster was heard.
