A cold light appeared and instantly, the Tiger Roar Phoenix Cry appeared.
The entire hall seemed to have frozen over. The boundless sword intent and overwhelming infernal energy rushed towards everyone.
Bai Zheng wielded his sword and raised it high up to the side. Then, she swung it and shattered the tea cup that Zhuo Lingxiao placed on the table.
Good sword! Bai Zheng could not help but sigh.
Just the sharp aura of the sword was able to shatter the tea cup. With such an aura, in such a short time, who could say that it was not the Phoenix Cry?
Grasping the long sword steadily in her hand, Bai Zheng indifferently looked at Zhuo Lingxiao who was staring at him fixedly and sheathed his sword.
Zhuo Lingxiao looked at the cup that was shattered to pieces, causing a drop of tea to drip onto the table. He stared blankly for a long while, before letting out a long sigh.
"It really is a Phoenix Cry, it really is a treasure sword."