The Sword Saint, Prometheus, walked slowly through the divided ocean. He slightly raised his head, looking at the many powerful figures charging at him, but his lips curled into a cold smirk. The rusted iron longsword in his arms emitted a deep, resonant hum.
"Boom!"
A sword light erupted from Prometheus's embrace, bursting forth like a volcanic eruption, with a grandeur and majesty that made it impossible to look directly at it.
Ye Xuan, like the other onlookers, stood beside the distant shoreline.
At this moment, Ye Xuan felt as if facing an enormous enemy, his expression solemn. His eyes were cold as he watched the sword light in the distance, murmuring internally, "So... strong!"
Ye Xuan had once experienced the battle of Flame Mountain, where the illusion of the Carefree Dao Monarch had slashed with a longsword, but its power couldn't compare to this sword of Sword Saint Prometheus.
