"Mere ants."
Chen Yuan spoke indifferently, with no joy or sorrow, as his palm pressed down.
"Boom!"
As Chen Yuan flipped his hand down, it was as if the world was covered in purple and blue light, and all that everyone could see was this glow.
"Come forth, Nine Dragon Sword!"
Ji Wu knew there was no retreat and directly summoned the Nine Dragon Fire Sword.
This long sword was about ten feet in length, shining with a golden sheen, emanating the roar of dragons, with powerful divine radiance flickering at the tip, tearing through the void.
"This is the treasure of True Yang Palace, the Nine Dragon Fire Sword!"
A cultivator exclaimed in secret.
