At the entrance of the Tianxu Secret Realm, the spatial turbulence was fierce enough to grind solid steel into powder. Yet Chu Lan strolled as if in a leisurely courtyard, his left arm casually waving as every incoming spatial rift was cleaved apart by the shadow of an axe.
After journeying a thousand miles inward, he suddenly halted. Half a familiar sword tip was embedded in the floating palace wreckage ahead!
"Clang!"
Chapter 115