"Trying to leave?"
The Dark Northern Vast Sea Realm had shattered. Although Kun Ming sensed that a force had broken through the Vast Sea Realm, the Silver Fireflora was in the hands of the Half-Dragon race. How could he let Long San leave?
The Dark Northern Sea Dharma behind him gradually materialized into a three-pointed and two-edged weapon.
"Sea King's Blade!"
Kun Ming clenched his fist slightly and the weapon in his Dharma appeared silently in his hand.
A trace of silver light slowly flowed from the weapon.
Legend had it that the Dark Northern race had the bloodline of the Kun Peng in their bodies. The sky and the sea were their territory.
Kun Ming was more proficient in the power of the sea and used the power of the Dark Northern Sea to condense the Sea King's Blade.
It was both a weapon and a divine art.
A silver light slashed at Long San like a crescent moon.
Roar!
