Sword Saint, Prometheus, this title and name are destined to leave a bold and bright mark in the history of the Cultivation World.
Prometheus, burning his own life force, bringing swordsmanship to its pinnacle, the rusted iron sword in his hand shining with dazzling golden light.
The entire Manhela City shook violently, many ordinary residents, as if by premonition, cast their gaze towards the distant sky, where a second sun seemed to appear, its radiant golden light shining between heaven and earth. This is the power glory after Prometheus burns his life force.
"So strong..."
Ye Xuan was dumbstruck with speechless shock. Observing Prometheus perform swordsmanship up close, he could feel the kind of realm Prometheus' explosive power reached.
The boundless sea was trembling!
"How is the Jade Cold Palace Master faring facing this sword directly?"
