He Nian took a step back.
Wen Ping stood on the deck with his hands behind his back, looking upwards at a 45-degree angle.
Following this, he smiled slightly.
The moment the smile appeared, the sword moved.
A giant sword flew out from the storage ring, transforming into a dazzling streak shooting forward.
"Don't let me down."
Wen Ping murmured softly, yet it reached everyone's ears.
After the words fell, the sharp claws of the Great Demon of the Wing Race were about to collide with the giant sword.
As if to show off its majesty, the immense Great Demon of the Wing Race let out a cry, its voice echoing heaven and earth.
The snowstorm parted like a waterfall, and within hundreds of meters, not a piece of blood sea could settle safely; from afar, it looked extremely shocking.
Upon its back, Lian Jin said proudly, "Ant challenging a tree!"
A sword without opening the Meridian Gate also dared to block his Vajra Carving.
Not to mention Wen Ping.
