With a deafening roar, Chenn Bangguo's treasured sword pointed to the sky, and Yang Tian's expression suddenly grew heavy, his eyes twitching incessantly.
As a scholar of the Xixian Sword Formation, he easily perceived the influence it had imparted on Chenn Bangguo.
When all the swords merged into Chenn Bangguo's blade, a foreboding sensation arose within him.
Understand this—Yang Tian was now at the initial stage of distraction!
Forget China—even on the international stage, there was little left that could make him feel threatened!
Yet now, only the divine authority wielded by Chenn Bangguo, challenging even the Immortals, made him wary!
If the Xixian blades were unleashed at full strength, how terrifying would that be?
At that moment, Chenn Bangguo took a deep breath, finally lowering the ancient bronze sword in his hand, and spoke calmly, "Mr. Yang, I implore you."
"Brother Chenn, please!"
