"This sword, it is tailor-made for me, Chu Chengying, you are unworthy of such a sword of the world!" Chu Chengying said to Zhu Minglang, his eyes filled with disdain and coldness.
Murderous intent surged, wrapping around Chu Chengying's thick and heavy Big Sword like dark, ominous ghostly demons.
He strode forward meteorically, each time his sole touched the ground, a powerful surge of true energy vibrated, grinding the surrounding mountains and earth into dust. Though but nine feet tall, he resembled an Ancient Giant God, with the Sea of Nothingness trembling and the Mountain of Loneliness swaying with his rising, majestic murderous intent, now whipping into a sky-tearing wind that cascaded down.
