"Enough chit-chat, it’s time to send you on your way."
When Wang Lu brandished the Sword of Mount Kun, this thick and simple sword exuded the gloomy aura similar to that of the nine levels of hell, which caused the nearby A Xia to shiver.
This was the fury of the sword spirit Autumn Beam. A Xia had simultaneously plotted against cat girl Ling Yan and Liu Li using despicable means. For this, the anger of Autumn Beam, who always had a good impression on Liu Li and sympathy for the cat girl, had long reached the boiling point. At this time, Wang Lu’s cultivation base was already at Xudan, and only two seals left untie on the spiritual treasure, which caused it to be able to release an enormous amount of its power. Autumn Beam didn’t even need to take ethereal form; her anger alone had already made A Xia shiver in fear.
