Ever since Shen Wuxiang sat down, he maintained the posture of a confident and composed strongman.
Everything was within his control.
Deep down, Shen Wuxiang didn't think much of Tang Fei and his little companions. As he said, no matter how much scrap metal there is, it's just garbage that needs to be thrown into the trash can...
This was the first time his facial expression changed, and intense emotions surged in his heart.
He felt the extraordinariness of this sword.
No, it was extraordinary.
He sensed an irresistible, rule-level evil power invading the origin of his Dao Heart.
It was as if countless tiny 'Sword Gu' bearing the curse of reincarnation were frantically drilling in, freezing, and corroding his Dao Foundation, his cultivation, the imprints of his past hundred lives of cultivation.
The terror of the imminent separation of his essence, to be cast into the endless passage of reincarnation, instantly gripped the heart of this Great Grandmaster.
He was afraid.
