"A replica of the Supreme Divine Weapon, is it..."
Inside the palace, everyone couldn't help but squint, and Qin Ning said, "Mo Wangchen's Supreme Divine Map is probably still unusable. Now, with Song Hao holding the Supreme Divine Sword, how will he manage to cope?"
"Mo Wangchen, I am giving you one last chance. Hand over the Divine Map to me willingly and bow down in submission, or else..."
In the sky above, Song Hao wielded the Supreme Divine Sword, like a Sword Venerable from Ancient Times, looking down on the world with disdain.
"You overestimate yourself. I've said it before, if you want the Divine Map from my hands, you're not qualified."
Mo Wangchen snorted coldly, and as he finished speaking, a flicker of brilliance appeared in his eyes. Then, a wooden sword materialized in his hand out of thin air.
The wooden sword was entirely a peach-colored, a sword crafted from peachwood.
It didn't appear extraordinary at all, resembling just an ordinary wooden sword.
