The sword's howl ascended, and the pearl seemed to possess intelligence, retreating on its own.
Thunder split the sky, wild winds screamed, and massive rocks shifted, blocking the sword light of the Scholar, grinding it away bit by bit.
The raging wind wailed like ghosts, and the roaring thunder was like an enraged Heavenly God.
Amidst the storm, Anfeng stood alone in his green robe, his demeanor ice cold.
Yuan Ci and Wu Changqing were still trapped within the world, their status below his, unable at this moment to take action.
Perhaps out of resentment that the Scholar had blocked their path, the thunder roared, the land rose from the rivers, and all things between Heaven and Earth separated Master Ying and the pearl, as if they were roaring, pleading, and persuading him, urging him to settle down and accept this power.
Because of the pearl, the rudiments of a spiritual charm had begun to form.
This was a chance...
This was a chance!
