The entire world fell silent!
It seemed that at this moment,
even the sound of the wind had quietly ceased.
The giant silver dragon that could swallow the heavens and the earth was crushed and shattered. It was formed by a total of eighty-one thousand spirit swords, and now, except for over a hundred celestial-grade spirit swords, the rest were all reduced to dust.
In fact,
even those celestial-grade spirit swords, under Ye Qingchen's suppression, were letting out a series of crackling sounds, and visible cracks were crazily spreading across their surfaces.
Yet, they still struggled, as if they wanted to escape Ye Qingchen's control.
You could even see,
their sword bodies forcibly pushing out little by little from the mountain.
Listening to the trembling sword resonances, watching the actions of these spirit swords,
Ye Qingchen's eyes suddenly turned cold, and he shouted sharply:
"Submit to me!"
Boom!
He stomped his foot heavily.
Instantly.
