The longsword was shaped like a serpent, its blade curved, and at the tip, a tongue extended, flickering like a snake's hiss.
As the sword emerged, it was as if an ancient giant python released a heaven-shaking roar, its sound echoing clearly for every resident of the Tang Capital to hear.
The young man lightly tapped the sword with his finger, and at once, it whirred to life, shooting directly toward the East Extreme Heavenly King.
Among the gathered heroes, only the East Extreme Heavenly King was worthy of the Sword Sealing Pavilion Master's gaze; all others, regardless of their cultivation levels, were no more than chickens and dogs in his eyes, worthless to draw his blade.
The East Extreme Heavenly King raised his hand, and as his palm descended, a golden palm impression materialized, filled with a vast and boundless power.
