Above the sky, the Divine thunder seemed to turn into a roaring dragon, diving down and blasting toward Ye Futian, who was approaching.
Before, the Seventh Swordsman had rejected the Violet Heavenly Palace, which had already embarrassed the Heavenly Palace.
Nowadays, he even dared to step out in public. How would Zhan Yuan turn a blind eye? He directly yelled to him, saying there was no place for him here.
And then, he dropped the heavenly thunder.
Above Ye Futian's head, the horrifying thunder fell. He raised his head and looked up to the upper sky, his body surrounded by the appalling sword power. He stepped into the void. His palms crossed the void and opened a crack from the sky. After a noise, the void sky was broken, and the roaring Thunder Dragon split into two and was chopped off.
He hid the Might of the Space in the sword, with just one strike breaking the sky.
