"What in the hell," Jest muttered, his forehead breaking into waves of sweat.
"That is indeed true, kid. Welcome to the Yang Hell Flame Sword Realm. I am Sword Divine Yuan." A voice came from behind Jest, taking him by surprise.
There was just no way to describe the hell he appeared in. All around him, only scorching hot fire could be seen, burning with the fury of an undying fury.
Jest, who already had a level 5 heavenly sword energy, felt like an ant standing in such an environment.
Turning around, his gaze met that of a handsome redhead human with a pair of razor-sharp eyebrows.
"Is this really your sword realm?" Jest asked, clearly in disbelief. To him, a sword realm is basically a small manifestation of the swordsman's understanding of their sword path.
There is just no way it should be this vast and powerful.
