Liu Ming forcefully suppressed the shock in his heart and continued to calmly observe the two figures struggling against the giant dragon.
Among those two figures, one was a rather tall silver-haired elder, dressed in a white robe tightly fastened around him, with a lean face and a topknot on his head, seemingly a Human Clan cultivator.
No other magical artifacts were summoned beside him, only a dazzlingly bright white long sword in his hand.
"Sword practitioner!"
Liu Ming was taken aback, murmured to himself, and slightly narrowed his eyes.
With seemingly casual movements, the silver-haired elder generated dazzling white sword energy, cutting through the void with ease to create blackish space rifts.
Although these space rifts were fleeting, the long sword seemed to be an ordinary magical artifact, which highlighted the profound swordsmanship skills of this person.
