Approximately seven feet long, with a damaged blade.
Qilin Wedge!
When he released the Ancient Divine Language, the Qilin Wedge finally came to life, held tightly in his hand.
This was like a scepter when a god wielded authority.
At this moment, the white-haired youth burst through the air, raising his immensely cold Ice Sword, bringing it down in a single stroke.
Gu Jianlin, however, seemed to enter a state of meditation, his hands gripping the sword hilt, the blade quivering slightly, and the domain collapsing!
In that critical moment, he lifted his gaze and slashed forward with his sword!
The roars of the Qilin and Candle Dragon resounded, and a mighty silhouette, divine-like, flickered briefly!
Boom!
Though it was a clash of swords, a thunderous boom echoed out.
This was not a mere exchange of slashes, but a violent collision of domains.
In matters of domains, naturally the strong consume all while the weak are obliterated!
Crack, a crisp sound.
