One-armed Wang Xiangchi stood in the void with a spiritual sword in hand, his eyes filled with a deadly resolve.
A silver treasure as big as a ping pong ball appeared above Wang Xiangchi.
A soul-piercing and mournful trumpet sound rang out, instantly setting the atmosphere for a desperate and heroic battle.
The Lava Demon Venerable seemed somewhat at a loss, looking around trying to locate the source of the sound.
With the trumpet's cry, the momentum around Wang Xiangchi continued to grow.
Shapeless Sword Intent converged around Wang Xiangchi, forming a long River of Sword Dao behind him.
Upon the River of Sword Dao, endless formidable Sword Intent flowed within.
With the intensifying bgm, a Sword Intent surged from the River of Sword Dao and merged with Wang Xiangchi.
"Master, only today have I understood your teachings on Sword Dao," said Wang Xiangchi, his eyes fiercely set on the Lava Demon Venerable and the Sword Dao River behind him surging.
