Chương 460: Battles Of Masters (3)

The meditation room lit up and darkened at random.

A dark-green sword was engulfed by countless streaks of lightning that resembled numerous long and slim, silvery water plants. Suddenly, a lightning arc that was as thick as a thumb extended from the sword towards the depths of the darkness, illuminating more than half of the room.

His face was clearly defined when the flickering light shone on it. His firm and sharp nose and his brow ridge were flickering with silvery lines. In the darkness, his lips merely appeared as a faintly discernible, cold line, resembling the distant horizon of the wilderness in the night.

Within his eyes, there was a dark, deep lake that contained the reflection of a starry sky.

The reflection of the starry sky was staring at the sword in front of it.