Other people have swords, but I have a brush as sharp as a blade!
Lin Xuan's young and magnetic voice reverberated in the Great Hall of the divine Palace the moment he finished his poem.
BOOM! A sound.
The entire Great Hall of the divine Palace was instantly shrouded in boundless seven-colored holy light.
There were thousands of red clouds and dense radiances that descended from the sky.
There was also purple Qi that came from the East for 300000 miles, making the chixiao divine Palace look as if it had been infected by the divine realm. It was vast and magnificent.
Everyone felt their scalps go numb and couldn't help but have goosebumps.
It was as if he had instantly entered a world of the pugilistic world, where there were flashes of blades and shadows of swords.
In this world.
Someone held a sword and roared to the sky. One sword could take on a million troops.
