The radiance of this sword was something Wang Yangsheng had never seen before. He had seen many swordsmen, some of them top-class, but never had a sword made his heart tremble like this one.
The World's First Sword, the Dulu Sword!
There was no way Wang Yangsheng didn't recognize this sword. There had been many famed swords throughout history, and the Dulu Sword had always been heralded as the World's First Sword, a title that had never changed.
But at this moment, what caused Wang Yangsheng's heart to palpitate was not the sword itself, but its master.
Following the blade's edge, the owner was a young man in fluttering white clothes. His appearance was youthful, handsome and elegant with a hint of heroic spirit between his brows, especially those eyes—once seen, they would never be forgotten.
He was a sword even more dangerous than the Dulu Sword.
This was Wang Yangsheng's first impression upon seeing An Jing.
"Is it him!?"