Under the rapid thrust of the Thunderbolt God Sword, the oldest among the youths perished.
However, one of the youths was not intimidated by the death of that young man, but instead believed that the Thunderbolt God Sword would not allow anyone to covet it because it had already recognized him as its master.
He even had a feeling, a feeling that at this moment, he and that Thunderbolt God Sword seemed to be connected in mind and bloodline!
He didn't know where this feeling came from! In any case, at this moment, the corners of his mouth had already curved up, revealing a proud and cold smile.
Under his rapid movement, the next moment, he had already arrived in front of the Thunderbolt God Sword, his right hand about to touch it, his eyes slightly closed, showing a look of immersion as he softly chanted:
