"Hahahaha..."
Hong Dingtian roared with laughter, his eyes blazing and his hair flying wildly about him in untamed arrogance. "Since the saber in my hand isn't strong enough, I'll just get a new one."
SWOOSH!
The moment his voice fell.
The Primordial Martial Saber in Hong Dingtian's hand vanished. He raised his now-empty right hand high toward the heavens, where dark clouds were gathering and thunderbolts raged.
In that instant.
The dark clouds and thunderbolts danced wildly, slowly forming a massive vortex. It looked like an inverted tornado, bringing about all manner of terrifying celestial phenomena.
"Saber, come!"
CRACK!
Hong Dingtian bellowed. Within the vortex of dark clouds, countless thunderbolts gathered, coalescing into a terrifying sea of lightning.
「At that moment, thousands of miles away in the Great Zhou Imperial City.」
「Deep within the Imperial Palace.」
