Bab 117: Chapter 117: Another First-grade Slashes, Rich Harvest.

"Just that?!"

Pei Xuanjing took a step forward, his blood qi boiling, and in an instant, he vanished from his original spot.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...

Suddenly, a wild wind rolled up. With the step Pei Xuanjing took, the earth trembling and mountains shaking, the ground beneath his feet was crushed by him, numerous tiny cracks spreading out in all directions.

The flow of air around him was stirred by his blood qi and true qi, emitting a sound like the roar of a tiger or the shout of a dragon.

He leapt up, the Shenxiao sword in his hand dazzled with light. With the rotating four seasons around him, embodying the cycle of life and death, wind and thunder echoed each other.

In an instant, Pei Xuanjing seemed like a god high above all others, his divine power intimidating, unfathomable to the eye. He was judging heaven and earth, controlling life and death.

This sword had no name.