The sight of the Qingxuan Sword in his hand sent a shiver down Ye Guan's spine. The Qingxuan Sword was none other than his father's sword, after all. 0

For some reason, Little White managed to summon his father’s sword. Wouldn't he be able to perform a chaotic dance of destruction with his father's sword in hand? He was also clad in1

With his father’s sword in hand, wouldn't it be a chaotic dance of destruction? In addition, he was wearing the Ancestral Dragon Divine Armor. Who could challenge him with such gear?0

Ye Guan's expression turned icy seeing the red-robed old man rushing toward him. 0

He smiled slyly and swung his father's sword. 0

A deafening explosion occurred, and the old man was propelled backward. Upon stopping, his fleshy body cracked into two, and his soul was consumed by the might of the Qingxuan Sword.0

An instant kill! Ye Guan's heart raced with exhilaration. Once more, he felt invincible.0

Both the Qingxuan Sword and the Path Sword would always bestow upon him the otherworldly feeling of invincibility. Ye Guan...0