“Fleeting Cloud 13 Swords—Myriad Sword Condensation!” As Lin Yun’s sword aura climbed to the peak, he raised the Lightning Shadow Sword with both hands and swung it down on Qin Cang.

As a terrifying aura spread out, the sky collapsed, and the earth caved in. Even the sun and moon had lost their luster when compared to his sword. At the same time, an azure sword of a few hundred feet appeared behind Lin Yun as he summoned the true holy spirit of the Fleeting Cloud 13 ...