The next moment, the entire dragon's scale tremored fiercely, as if the sword intent was feeling excited and agitated from Fang Xingjian's words. The atmosphere let out an ear-piercing screech and Fang Xingjian could sense that something in the air seemed to have boiled up. Even the density of the ether particles in the area was gradually increasing.
He then sensed an extremely sharp aura gushing into his brain, as if it wanted to drill into his consciousness.
"Ahh!"
This time around, it was not the simple information flow, just as previously. The entire sword intent scurried in and Fang Xingjian felt as if his brain was going to be sliced into pieces and then explode.
