What attracted Lu Benwei's attention was the shadow of an ancient sword.
The ancient sword was dark green and looked like it was made of bamboo, but it glowed with a cold light.
Not only that, it was just an afterimage, but it exuded a soul-stirring killing intent.
Lu Benwei slowly floated toward the ancient sword. Just as he was about to touch it, the shadow of the ancient sword suddenly shone brightly.
The shadow of the ancient sword turned from illusionary to real, and a big black hand stretched out from it, pulling Lu Benwei into space.
Chen Yuan's attention was attracted by the commotion below. He stuck his head out to take a look. At first, his face was still full of doubt. Then, his eyes narrowed.
"This kid, is he attracted by that thing?! Or is it that it took the initiative to summon Lu Benwei? This kid is really not simple." Chen Yuan muttered to himself.
In the ancient sword space.
