The altar ground was jade-green, inconspicuous.
The Giant Spirit Sword was inserted into the center of the altar as effortlessly as slicing tofu.
"Buzz..."
It was as if thousands of bees flapped their wings simultaneously, the air seemed to be boiling.
The ground trembled as if an Earth Dragon turned over.
Chu Zhiyuan's body quivered, feeling as though he was going to fall.
"You brat!... Preposterous! Reckless!"
The round-faced old man pointed at him, scolding.
They retreated to the corners of the altar, gripping the railing, staring wide-eyed at the anomaly before them.
How could the impenetrable altar ground be pierced by a sword?
What kind of transformation was this?
"Swoosh!" The Giant Spirit Sword sank a foot in and then stopped, instantly being ejected from the ground, shooting straight into the sky.
It transformed into a streak of white light, ascending ever higher, eventually disappearing from sight.
