The sword soul formed by the condensed cyan flames seemed ready to scorch the surrounding hundred zhang of space. After a brief probe, Ding Yuting knew all too well that if he did not go all out, he might genuinely suffer a crushing defeat today.
The sword-carrying youth gripped his heavy sword. Sensing the sword soul born of cyan flames, his spirit seemed to stir slightly, and he felt a keen sense of curiosity, wondering how the world could hold such swordplay.
"As expected of a prodigy of the God Realm; truly extraordinary."
Chapter 485