"I, Li Yuanba, have roamed the Lingwu Continent for so long. I've destroyed the Nine-Tailed Clan, visited the City of Daughters, done everything there is to do, and others tremble at the sound of my name. Yet today, I've been threatened by a mere youngster."
Li Shenfeng was utterly enraged, swinging the Heihun Guizhan Sword in his hand ceaselessly, desperate to vent the fury within his heart.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Sword lights raced toward the sea, infused with the aura of ghostly beings, slicing the Savage Sea Area into layers. Some unlucky oceanic beasts caught in his sword's path perished instantly.
Boom!
The final sword light was Li Shenfeng's mightiest strike. He poured all his hatred for Ye Mo into it. Three ghostly heads encircled the blade of the Heihun Guizhan Sword, spinning around with ghostly power melding into the sword light.
