As the conversation ended, the myriad sword shadows converged, and a golden long sword, a few feet in length, stood upright about three feet above the ground.
Although Wen Zeng's expression seemed unchanged, the smile on his face was noticeably stiff.
Upon hearing the words, Liu Ming, without a word, beckoned with one hand, and the virtual sword trembled before instantly turning into a streak of flickering golden light that shot back and disappeared into his brow.
This sudden shift, quick as a hare and fierce as a falcon, surprised Jialan with delight, while Wen An, as if struck by lightning, could not muster a smile anymore.
Just as everyone was still recovering from the recent events, Liu Ming's figure blurred and disappeared from the spot.
The next moment, a black silhouette flashed and appeared in front of the white light shield covering Jialan and Wen Yuan.
It was Liu Ming!
