One sword?
Hearing Yang Zhen's words and seeing the dazzling light bursting from his body, Wan Quan burst into laughter and disdainfully said, "All flash and no substance!"
Hum—!
A hundred ghosts roamed at night, terrorizing with raging dark light; countless shadows rushed towards Yang Zhen, among them a blood-red sword energy that penetrated heaven and earth, slicing through the air and reaching Yang Zhen's head in the blink of an eye.
Everyone gasped, none of them had expected Wan Quan to strike so swiftly. The blood-red sword energy reached Yang Zhen's head, and he hadn't even reacted yet.
Wan Quan's body almost simultaneously vanished into thin air, followed by thousands of ghostly shadows, all charging towards Yang Zhen.
Three-Element Ghost Shadow Sword, a hundred ghosts beyond discernment!
Boom!
A terrifying wave of energy spread out, landing where Yang Zhen stood, dust billowing, and everything around was blown by the wind, rustling loudly.