Rumble!
Thunderstorm-like roars echo through the heavens, a ferocious energy surges in all directions, resembling a great tide.
Standing at the center, Wang Boan's feeble figure is surrounded by this force. He seems like a frail raft rocked by waves, ready to capsize at any moment.
But Wang Boan appears calm, moving his robe gently as a mild force suddenly appears then bounds around, dissipating the ferocious energy into nothingness.
Before Wang Boan can even pause, countless sharp lights are once again released in this space, asserting their dominance, towering over everything, as if intending to crush Wang Boan into pieces.
This cutting edge of the knife light is like the Heavenly River flowing backwards, unceasingly continuous.
A cold smile forms on Wang Boan's lips. He extends his right hand, and a long sword appears, it's a spirit sword.
