He had nurtured the sword for many years, and its power was accumulated.
Taikang Wu, who was born in the taikang clan, had long reached the state where the sword was in the heart, in the spirit and not the form.
He was calm, but song qingxiao's sword had triggered something hidden in his heart.
The moment the clan elders made their move and temporarily sealed off song qingxiao's sword Qi, some of them sensed that something was wrong with tai kangwu.
"Little five ..."
"Tai kangwu!" A handsome man in a seven-quarter wide-sleeved warrior's robe with a long sword across his chest called out.
There was something wrong with his expression. It seemed to be both sad and somewhat hateful, but in his eyes, there was a trace of disbelief and surprise, as well as a hidden joy.
"Ah?"
