This time, Chen Wuhao didn't lend out his communicator.
He squinted his eyes, staring intently at Lu Yuan, meeting Lu Yuan's calm gaze.
The coldness on his face quietly faded away in the next second, as if he had never refused Lu Yuan, he casually shifted the topic.
"The second thing."
Chen Wuhao took a deep breath, his long hair, parted across his shoulders, began to float on its own, and a large amount of light blue starlight erupted from the surface of his body.
A powerful aura and vigorous battle intent rose from him.
He stared at Lu Yuan with burning eyes, like a sharp divine spear, resplendent and intimidating.
"You overthrew Penglai, I should have fought with you...It's perfect, I also want to take a good look.
This unrivalled demon blade that is said to appear once in a millennium in Great Sum, just how strong it is.
Whether it truly possesses power above the ninth level as rumors say...."
