Jiang Xuanzhen looked at Jiang Xuannian with trembling eyes. In the darkness, there was only each other in the brothers' eyes.
Jiang Xuannian, whose hair was disheveled, revealed a smile and said, "Xuanzhen, if you want to rebuild the dynasty, you can't rely on your emotions alone. I'll send you on your way today."
In the distance, An Chang flew up. He was covered in blood and was in an extremely sorry state. Zhu Kuangji also flew up from the ruins in the same sorry state. The two of them looked at Jiang Xuannian in disbelief.
"What power was that?"
Zhu Kuangji cried out in shock, his words filled with fear.
An Chang's expression darkened. He had accompanied Jiang Xuannian for so long, but this was the first time he had felt such power.
Jiang Xuannian raised his left hand and pointed at them from afar. The blue sword shadow also raised and pointed at them.
Soul Sense Divine Sword!
