Zhao Huangting closed his eyes and felt the flames that were burning his life. He was touched.
That was the most dazzling portrait of his life.
Images of the years flashed past his eyes as he listened to the sound of the hammer that had thrown everything away without any regrets, grabbed that trace of fate, and used all its strength to forge a sword.
An inexplicable emotion surged in Zhao Huangting's heart.
Everyone was shocked, and only he was smiling.
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An Le felt that his movements were numb.
Qi Blood seemed to have been frozen by the sword qi and could not circulate at all. The Connate spiritual energy in his dantian was even suppressed by the sword qi to the point of being unable to flow at all!
This sword qi was too terrifying. Just the sword qi flowing out of the sword embryo was difficult for him to resist!