The Middle-aged Man in Yellow Robes stood high above, looking down. In his hand was a three-foot-long sword gleaming with a cold metallic sheen, interwoven with Divine Laws and even exuding faint wisps of holy aura. As he gazed down at Chen Fan below, a sneer crossed his face.
"Oh? Then why did you summon a divine sword?" Chen Fan asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.
The Middle-aged Man in Yellow Robes remained silent, bathed entirely in divine radiance. Even he had been inwardly astounded by that sword strike from Chen Fan.
Chapter 102