"Saints, is their true combat power truly so terrifying?"
Zhou Yan bitterly smiled in his heart.
But inexplicably, Zhou Yan felt no fear, as if some distinctive presence was gradually dissipating that fear within him.
With some confusion in his heart and still unable to pinpoint the reason, the golden Xuanyuan Sword Fragment in his soul's Dantian vibrated once more; this time, instead of energy, it was a Sword Qi that vibrated forth.
This Sword Qi was a blindingly golden Sword Light.
Despite its small size, it was incredibly dazzling, like the fierce sun in the darkness of night.
Suddenly, this strand of Sword Qi flew out from within Zhou Yan's soul, passing through his body and taking the form of a towering male figure clad in Golden Battle Armor, approximately three meters tall, outside his body.
The man was like a peerless Divine Sword standing there, his gaze coldly fixing upon Wang Xi.
