Dust filled the sky, red flowers swept over.
One man, one blade.
Yet it hacked out a magnificent momentum like a thousand troops charging into battle.
Yellow sand stretched endlessly, smoke signals rose in the desert.
This corner of the Changsheng Sect, the whole area, was engulfed in a wailing sound wave, as if there were no man with a blade, who would disbelieve it was a clash between armies?
The blade energy soared, slicing the entire void into fine strips, and this was only part of the way, the ultimate target was Chen Yang.
Chen Yang's eyebrows furrowed tightly, his eyes narrowed to a slit, the ultimate brilliance flickering endlessly within them.
Divine Conquest!!
Yesterday, when he heard the janitor mention it, Chen Yang already had this suspicion.
But seeing it with his own eyes at this moment, his heart was still shaken.
This was, for Chen Yang, the first time he had seen a true Divine Conquest among his peers.
