Is this the aura of the Sword of the King? Ling Feng feels like a small boat in the vast ocean, drifting in this overwhelming aura, almost about to be destroyed.
Submit! Submit! This word echoes in Ling Feng's mind.
Ling Feng feels his face turn pale, and cold sweat seeps from his head!
He wants to submit just like the surrounding Sword Intent, but deep within his heart, a voice keeps reminding him that in the path of the Sword Dao, it's better to break as jade than to remain whole as tile. Even in the face of the Sword of the King, he cannot bend his spirit!
"Dream on if you want me to submit!" Ling Feng took a deep breath, lifted his head, and looked at the dazzling white light ahead.
Although Ling Feng couldn't see what was inside the white light, he knew that it must be the Sword of the King, the weapon of the Xuanyuan Saint Emperor, the Xuanyuan Sword!
The white light, sensing Ling Feng's arrogance and defiance, became even more dazzling, and its aura grew stronger!
