A sword from the east arrives, a celestial ascension in broad daylight?
The sky and universe blossom with an unparalleled brilliance, like a shimmering ribbon stretching from one end of the horizon to the other.
Upon closer inspection, one can see at the tail end of the silver beam, a white figure leaping sideways off a horseback, leaving indistinct shadows in the void above.
Mu Changdong was utterly shocked, standing there dumbfounded.
But Chen Yuanwu seemed to have anticipated something, his eyes suddenly becoming dazzling. He instinctively stepped forward and drew his ancient broad sword.
Clang!
Suddenly encountering an intercept, a violent clash resulted in an explosion of countless tiny sparks.
Chen Yuanwu slightly retreated, but the sword's momentum remained unabated.
Hmm?
Chen Yuanwu raised an eyebrow, his eyes dark.
