"Holy shit, flying chopsticks killing!"
"With just a pair of chopsticks, he slaughtered all the late-stage Spirit Transformation Realm guards in an instant!"
"Terrifying!" The crowd of onlookers stood dumbfounded, their bodies trembling in shock.
"Third Prince, this guy's power is at least at the pinnacle of the Spirit Transformation Realm. We should retreat and get reinforcements!" one subordinate suggested, his face pale. If not for Long Cheng's presence, he would have fled long ago.
"Retreat? What a joke!"
Long Cheng was furious too. He drew a treasured sword from his side. Encircled by dragon-soul energy and emanating murderous intent, it was none other than the Dragon Soul Sword used by the Old Dragon King in his prime.
"With this sword in hand, no matter how strong he is, he will undoubtedly die today!" Long Cheng's face was twisted with arrogance.
"Gasp... that's the Dragon Soul Sword!"
"The very same weapon wielded by the Old Dragon King in battle!"
