Since Shouzhe had not issued any orders, he must have other plans in mind.
Immediately, they suppressed their actions. But in their hearts, they wondered, "What could be Shouzhe's trump card?" They found their great-grandson increasingly unfathomable.
At the critical moment.
With a "clang" sound, Wang Shouzhe drew out his saber from his waist and tossed it over, "Sixth Uncle, catch the sword."
The sword, after rolling twice in mid-air, landed in Wang Xiaohan's hand. Holding the sword, he seemed to have transformed into a different person, filled with newfound courage. He raised the sword and slashed back at Zhao Bojun.
The sword emitted a thick earthen-yellow sword light, shaped like a crescent moon, which fiercely slashed towards Zhao Bojun in a dominant manner.
"The Zhou Xuan Sword!"
Zhao Bojun's face drastically changed, and not daring to receive it, he dodged hurriedly.
