Zhu Minglang heavily stamped on the ground, his eyes like abyssal pupils with countless flame spots darting beyond his eye sockets, his hair turned back into an eerie pale due to the Night-Dyed Evil Sword Dragon, his entire body burning hot like a divine furnace, with an immense power eager to burst forth from the dragon markings and sword rationale on his skin into the air, a power that could incinerate everything in the world!!
With both hands gripping the sword, he moved forward fearlessly and relentlessly, as countless Sword Souls of the Sword Spirit Dragon emerged densely, like a storm that shocks and appalls the world clinging to Zhu Minglang's blade, or like an ancestral python that devours heaven and earth coiling around!
