At this moment, the ring of swords echoed throughout the East.
From Spiritual Treasures on high to common iron below, anything shaped like a sword answered the call, their crisp ringing transforming into a world-shaking roar.
All eyes, all attention, focused on the man who had suddenly appeared in the East.
He was neither handsome nor imposing. Dressed in a black robe with a scruffy beard, he looked like any down-on-his-luck swordsman one might find in the mundane world.
Yet no one paid any mind to the man's appearance or bearing. Their gazes were fixed on the sword in his hand. In stark contrast to the man's ordinary looks, the sword was incandescently brilliant. Simply gazing upon its blade could induce the illusion of being torn asunder.
Meanwhile, Lü Yang's eyes widened in disbelief.
After all, he was all too familiar with this blade.
'Master Demon-Vanquishing Perfected!'
