The Wind Thunder Giant Sword, howling downward, around the sword within a thousand feet radius, at least a hundred Wind Dragons roared and a hundred Thunder Dragons shrieked!
The Giant Sword suspended in the air, summoning the wind and commanding the thunder, an image of annihilation far and wide.
Many Martial Artists, when beholding the storm and thunder, felt as if countless bolts of thunder were booming inside their heads. And those Wind Dragons, the divine wind they blew, though far beyond the horizon, still swayed one's spirit.
The Wind Thunder Giant Sword had not yet fallen, but it had already intimidated people's souls.
In the midst of the Wind Thunder Giant Sword's attack, Zheng Ming did not even lift the corners of his eyes; he stood calmly, as if the roaring Wind Thunder Giant Sword simply did not exist.