As the words wafted through the air, the palm of True Lord Huode slowly reached out and slammed down!
Boom!
In the moment of his reaching out, golden brilliance like an ocean was constantly swirling, seething violently.
His palm was fair and flawless, all spacetime variables ceased within its range, with not the slightest flaw visible.
Crack! Crack!
Fissures appeared on the Sword Light, causing it to continuously retreat and shatter.
The blue robe fluttered in the wind, and Liang Hui's fingers were tightly clenched on the hilt of his sword, his eyes bursting with extreme sharpness:
"You are not bad either!"
The intangible Sword Intent permeated the Boundary Sea, roaring and swirling with the rise and fall of the Great Realm, filling every minute space.
The temperature within the Boundary Sea steadily rose, as if all the cold and silence were being driven away by the Sword Light.
