"Sword power, it's the power of the grey abyss sword!" The sword Spirit's excited voice rang out in Ling Chuxi's mind.
Even if he didn't say it, Ling Chuxi could feel the Supreme majesty of a sovereign who ruled the nine states! Other than the might of the grey abyss sword, who else in the world could have such a heaven-defying might just by relying on a remnant will?
"Sword power! It's sword power!" Just as Ling Chuxi was still in shock, Ming cangye's figure flashed and he flew towards the sword power spiritual body.
"It's you!" The grey abyss sword-might looked at Ming cangye and said calmly.
"You didn't expect this, did you, Cang Yuan? we meet again after tens of thousands of years." Looking at the might of the grey abyss sword, Ming cangye's face, which was previously calm and detached, became extremely ferocious. It was filled with excitement, as well as hatred.
