His right arm felt like it had been struck by lightning; it was not sore, just numb and feeling powerless. Murong Wu's eyebrows flicked as he thought of what had just happened—his fist landed on that incoming sword light and felt like hitting a gold mountain. Its intense vibration power had layered on top of one another, and eventually landed on his right arm.
"This sword shook at least two thousand times within that second, making my power hard to concentrate together. And, I think the sword intent of this sword is even more powerful than the last, making the sword light condensed like the toughest steel."
"Rank 4 peak level sword spirit!"
