The rusty Bronze Ancient Sword loomed slowly in front of Gong Buyu, the sky around them curtailed by a waterfall cascading down from both sides.
Shen Yuan's calm voice rang through the earth and sky, as if the entirety of the heavens and earth resonated with his will under the Imperial Decree of Truth.
Everyone on the river could clearly hear Shen Yuan's voice, yet none could discern his whereabouts.
It was as if he didn't belong to this world, yet he seemed to dwell everywhere.
"Your disciple?"
The cloudy eyes of the Mingquan Turtle Minister fell on the Bronze Ancient Sword, followed by a shocking realization.
As a Great Demon who had lived for three thousand years and achieved Spirit Transmutation, the Mingquan Turtle Minister was unable to see through the depth of the Bronze Ancient Sword.
In his eyes, that Bronze Ancient Sword was merely a magical treasure-grade flying sword, not even a spirit treasure, just a piece of mundane iron devoid of any spirit essence.
