บท 401: Ghost Holy Armor

The old man swallowed his saliva, full of surprise. He had never lost control like this.

The other trainees of the heaven-grade class couldn't believe what they had seen on the stick, either.

Before they could say anything, the stone carving Jiang Chen had completed emitted an extremely brilliant light. It wasn't just shining; everyone in the room was drowned in the light.

Except for the light, they could see nothing else.

Han Siming's work was trivial compared to it.

When the light was gone, they saw Jiang Chen pick the stick up, as cool as he had been before when he had been misunderstood and belittled.

Jiang Chen felt delighted. He had finally achieved what he had been longing for. From then on, his sword would be different from anyone else's.

"Apprentice Brother Jiang Chen is always so great!" Tianxu shouted excitedly when he came to himself.