"I'm here to escort you on your final journey!" Qing Linghuan shouted loudly.
"I... thank you!" Welly's face changed colors with rage, looking towards Xiaohao, "You'd better have inherited the talent of your ancestors."
Clasping hands together, then slowly pulling them apart, a pitch-black giant sword appeared, a faint dragon's cry emanating from within the sword.
Only a sword that had slain a dragon could emit such a sound.
Xiaohao immediately became furious!
In his hand, a long halberd appeared, exuding the oppressive aura of a top artifact.
Seeing the halberd, Welly's expression shifted slightly, "The Dragon Clan really is wealthy, very good!"
With those words, a dark sword light rushed towards Xiaohao like a bolt of lightning.
Xiaohao held the spear to block, but Welly was extremely agile, clean and precise, his waist soft and supple to the extreme, his moves like a dance, pleasing to the eye and every move landed solidly, eliciting awe.