Just as Huang Hao wanted to speak, Ling Yun stopped her and floated in front of the sword spirit directly. "So, you are the spirit of this ancient sword, Jian Ling, right?"
Jian Ling's nose wrinkled as he gave Ling Yun a deathly stare, but he was quite surprised because he was not affected by his murderous intent. "Who are you, brat?"
"I am a nobody." Jian Ling didn't believe Ling Yun because his aura was really unusual, but the next second, his eyes widened in horror, seeing the silhouette of the giant black dragon behind him. "I think you should know my identity by now."
"You... you are the heir of the Primordial Chaos Dragon." Jian Ling's voice trembled, a mixture of fear and excitement.
