Lan Jue could not help but nod to himself. He was not the only one who had improved. His friends were constantly improving as well!
The Four Divine Monarchs were called such because of their strength. That had always been the reason.
Ding! A sound snapped Lan Jue out of his thoughts.
Lan Qing raised his right hand at some point in time and flicked his middle finger, hitting the blade of the Hades' Falchion.
Amidst the crisp sound, the Hades' Falchion let out a dragon's roar. The blade bounced, and the gray world became even darker and more obscure. A gray door suddenly appeared out of thin air in front of Lan Qing.
The door opened, and another obscure sword beam shot out. The Hades' Falchion in the air seemed to have received a beneficial replenishment and it rushed down. The two swords fused into one and descended, stabbing toward Lan Qing's chest.
