Uncle Long waved his hand.
In an instant.
A flash of cold light appeared.
Like a brief but striking glimpse.
But it emitted a sharp chill, so much so that Xu Wendong felt a sense of impending danger.
Swoosh!
Finally.
A longsword with a silver sheen, adorned with a dragon scale pattern, was embedded in the stone before Xu Wendong.
The sword's body trembled slightly, producing a buzzing sound, and if one listened closely, a faint dragon's roar could be heard.
Beyond that, Xu Wendong also felt an overwhelming pressure from the sword.
This pressure made him feel extremely uncomfortable, as if confronted by a primordial beast.
Uncle Long's voice sounded: "If you don't want to die, don't attempt to resist the sword's power of the Dragon Scale Sword, because no matter how strong you are, you can't defeat it!"
Upon hearing this, Xu Wendong relaxed his mind and did not consciously release his aura to resist the sword's might.
Sure enough.
