On the fighting stage, Qin Wudao and Minglong faced each other, weapons drawn. Both wielded battle swords, their Sword Qi coiling around them, their Sword Intent piercing the air as if to tear a hole in the heavens. Their terrifying auras bifurcated the space above the stage.
He actually comprehended Sword Intent too? Minglong was secretly surprised. He had thought that in the surrounding Dao Domains, only he had comprehended Sword Intent and could stand proudly above the younger generation of prodigies.
A crisp sword hum emanated from the battle sword in his hand.
"Changkong, are you excited too?"
Hearing the sword's ring, Minglong grew excited. He emitted a strong fighting spirit, his entire being exuding sharpness, as if he and his battle sword had fused into one, achieving the state of man-sword unity.
Changkong was the name of his treasured sword!
A divine weapon!