"Break!"
A stern shout, as if tearing through the ancient darkness, a dazzling sword light flashed out!
The wooden sword in Ye Xiaowei's hand was released, as if guiding the way for immortals, gone in an instant!
At this moment, it seemed as if the world had fallen into profound silence, everything frozen in place. A young man, with tattered clothes and a pale face, but the wooden sword in his hand flew out as if carrying divine power, unmatched.
Suddenly, everyone's hearts became heavy. They were not just shaken; fear, fear of death, filled their hearts!
Meng Shao watched the wooden sword flying towards him, and his pupils contracted. He felt that death was only a step away.
Was this kid just at the Spirit Awakening Realm? How could he wield such an astonishing sword? Why did it make him feel terrified?
Too many doubts made Meng Shao's heart pound, but the coldness of impending death, along with decades of experience, prompted him to decisively activate his spiritual aura.