This...
A pair of eyes simultaneously swept towards one side of the Arena.
Though he was no more than thirty, he was clad in simple clothing, his posture majestic and his demeanor extraordinary.
Dark clouds have obscured the sun.
The wind is chilly!
A single sword, dazzlingly bright.
"Brother Shen Zhong is defeated, defeated? Defeated..."
"How... how can this guy be so strong?"
"Oh my, am I seeing things?"
After a brief silence, a tidal wave of discussion erupted, countless eyes widened, glancing at each other in disbelief.
Fine drizzle fell.
Someone, holding a Longsword, walked amidst the rain.
What sword are they holding?
The Ancestor of the Chen Family personally forged the Ancestral Sword.
"Before I came, I heard that hundreds queued to challenge me, and someone even signed a life and death contract with me?" Chen Yang stood in the center of the Arena, glanced at the crowd below, his mouth playing a slight, unhurried smile.
