He was clad in pure white, his robes fluttering in the wind, his entire bearing otherworldly. His aura wasn't heavy or oppressive, yet it naturally exuded a sense of invincibility, like one who stood in a high position, guiding the fate of all beings.
Previously, Ling Chen carried an aura of slaughter, decisiveness, sharpness, and brilliance, like a peerless, keen sword ready to kill the moment it was unsheathed. But now, all that brilliance was concealed, leaving only an unfathomable depth, an unscalable height. This was the metamorphosis one undergoes after achieving a certain level of accomplishment and status.
"Red Sky Sword? Indeed, it's you, boy!"
Xie Zhiqiu's eyes darkened. Previously, at the Bottomless Demon Abyss, he had suffered a great loss at Ling Chen's hands. Going even further back, he had been sealed by the Red Sky Sword. He harbored a deep resentment towards the Red Sky Sword.
