Following those indifferent words, a cold and arrogant sword aura descended from the sky!
A figure in white stood in the air and landed before Chen Fei and others. He had swordlike brows and starlit eyes, and he wore a robe as white as snow. His sword qi interweaved with transcendental intent to give him an air of arrogance as he looked at the crowd condescendingly. When he looked around, the members of the Nether King Tribe could not help but feel afraid.
"What a powerful aura!"
"Who is he?"
"Among the Spiritual Sword Tribe, only the Heavenly Sword dares to claim himself as the Heavens!"
"He's the Heavenly Sword!"
As soon as Heavenly Sword's name was mentioned, all sky-prides of the Nether King Tribe were pushed back a few steps as if it was some kind of magical power. On the other hand, Chen Fei and others felt a sense of security.
