"Though you are strong, this old man has lived so many years, and it is not without reason!" Huang Yun thundered, saying, "Unsheath!"
With a clang, a dazzling sword light illuminated heaven and earth, and behind Huang Yun, the long sword was unsheathed, its aura sharp beyond compare, as if there was nothing in the void of the world that it could not cut through.
This was an incomparably powerful magic weapon, also known as a top-grade magic weapon, representing the extreme limit of what the Nine Provinces could withstand.
If it were any stronger, upon its emergence, divine punishment would descend, shattering it to dust.
Yet, with Huang Yun's strength, combined with this top-grade magic weapon, he was more than capable of dominating the lower realm.
Even Gu Chen, at the sight of this powerful magic sword, couldn't help but slightly raise his sword-like eyebrows, sensing a whisper of crisis.
But that was all it was, just a whisper.