The troops of Country of Wu yelled loudly, and the ice-blue sword soared into the sky. The hilt was withered, and the surrounding volcanoes were scattered with a layer of icy plains, turned into icebergs. The sword, like wind and snow, covered the earth—a great sword, bold enough to be scattered everywhere.
But King Yan, the Tiger King, roared furiously, the characters on his forehead burning bright and searing, as another roar resonated, majestic and earth-shattering.
Yet King Yan sent a talented merchant, waves upon waves of eloquence, overlapping. A mountain that encircled the tiger too closely crumbled directly, torn apart like fireworks.
The Sword Qi was pink, immense in spirit, but King Yan's eyes narrowed tightly, his body covered with swords from beneath the Magma. The cold sword dispersed and froze the Magma Lake.
