The image was strikingly beautiful, the gold entangling with the black.
Miao Zhen stood in place, silently appreciating this rare beauty... He had to admit, this youth's Sword Realm was truly extraordinary. Even from the high vantage point of his past life as a Yang God, he could perceive many commendable aspects. An intangible Sword Intent was already fermenting atop the Golden Body Tower, and it would not be long before this Sword Intent erupted, forming a storm. At this moment, he stood at the very center of the storm, feeling "oppression" and "unease" with every sword energy fish that passed by.
To be able to achieve this indicated that Xie Zhen's Sword Qi could indeed threaten his Golden Body.
A hundred breaths passed.
The Sword Intent continued to grow, the storm still brewing.
The unease and oppression deep in his Heart Lake grew heavier, but Miao Zhen did not speak to urge. He had led the delegation westward to this point and had been preaching for seven days.
