Slowly raising his hand, a golden light suddenly flared up, and under Qi Yue's control, the Xuan Yuan Sword appeared within his grasp. However, at this moment, the Xuan Yuan Sword underwent a transformation; its body buzzed and trembled incessantly, as if it were trying to break free from Qi Yue's hand.
The Xuan Yuan Sword was the sword of the brave, the sword of the benevolent, and right now, the intense killing aura emanating from Qi Yue had caused it to experience a violent rejection.
