"Even rice grain pearls still shine!"
As Hua Jian advanced brandishing his sword, Chen Daozang's disdainful expression did not diminish in the slightest. He seemed to be there for sightseeing, with his hands clasped behind his back, stepping forward to meet him.
Whoosh!
With one step, Chen Daozang's figure flashed like a streak of light, darting hundreds of meters. His speed was so fast that it was astonishing.
"Ten Thousand Swords United!"
Chen Daozang's contemptuous attitude completely enraged Hua Jian. His opening move was his unique absolute technique—the final form of the 'Heavenly Sword Nine Forms,' 'Ten Thousand Swords United'!
With one slash, Hua Jian's momentum erupted like a volcano, surging violently. A torrent of Gang Qi surged out from within his body, flowing through the palm of his hand and into the treasure sword he held.
"Clang~"
The treasure sword trembled continuously, emitting a light ringing sound.
Shiu shiu shiu shiu shiu...
The next moment.
