Endless thunderlight coiled around the surface of the Thunderbolt Sword.
Crackling sounds came from the void, and waves of terrifying Super Divine Dragon Breath surged outward like a tide.
Thunderbolt Sword in hand, a faint smile suddenly appeared on Ye Yun's calm face.
This was getting a bit interesting.
This Thunderbolt Sword that had flown in from who-knows-where actually took the initiative to recognize its master; that was somewhat unexpected.
Crackle…
The Thunderbolt Sword's terrifying Super Divine Dragon Breath made everyone around shudder in fear; it was as if they were standing in a raging gale, bodies leaning and swaying, completely unable to stand steady.
Thud, thud…
Under the oppressive force of that powerful Super Divine Dragon Breath, Jiang Lengyue's delicate body kept retreating.
Her eyes widened, her breathing stalled, as she stared in disbelief at that white figure holding the Thunderbolt Sword.
What was with this Sword?
