Qin Feng was very relieved.
In next to no time, Qin Feng stood up and walked out of the door. His right hand held the hilt of his sword lightly while his eyes were half-closed.
"Destroy!"
Qin Feng let out a soft shout, and his eyes suddenly opened wide. With a clang, the sword at his waist was unsheathed.
Qin Feng soared into the sky and swung his sword.
"Swoosh!"
The place seemed to have become a kingdom of swords as shadows crisscrossed in all directions. Sword qi seemed to descend from the sky numbering in the tens of millions. Sword intent burst forth. Qin Feng seemed to have an endless sword intent. Noone dared to look directly at him.
"This…"
The Yongle Tribe General was speechless.
In the past, he thought that this piece of metal was a useless object. Never did the Yongle Tribe General imagine that it could actually create such a miraculous effect in Qin Feng's hands.