The Thunder Dragon charged forward with a fierce force, roaring and unstoppable, like a ferocious beast in a wild dance, threatening to engulf everything in its path.
Yet under this sword, it was split in two.
The shattered wild dragon transformed into countless electric snakes, parting before Ye Qingchen, cascading aside like a torrent split in half, forced to surge downward at this moment, rolling away.
"Drawing the sword to cut water!"
This sword of Ye Qingchen's.
Was like a master of the Sword Dao cleaving a great river in two. However, this sword cleaved a dragon, slaying the Thunder Dragon!
"How is this possible?"
Ci Hang's eyes were about to pop out.
Clearly.
This sword of Ye Qingchen's had also exceeded his expectations.
"Whoosh!"
With almost no hesitation.
Ci Hang's figure turned, transforming into an extreme flash of lightning, fleeing toward the distance.
"He's going to escape?"
Upon seeing this scene.
The crowd was astonished.
