Whitey’s First Ever Rival

Inside Xiao Mansion, in the Imperial Capital.

A surging energy soared like a longsword that wanted to sever the vast sky as a boundless might burst forth.

An image of an incorporeal large sword phantom condensed above the Xiao Mansion, magnificently circulating. A monstrous amount of spirit energy came together and was turned into a big spirit energy whirlpool that revolved unceasingly.

Xiao Meng, who was in his study room reading the secret letter seriously, immediately changed his complexion. Subsequently, he became ecstatic. In the blink of an eye, he rushed out of his study room and arrived at the middle of the Xiao Mansion. His gaze was directed to the secret room as happiness circulated in his eyes.

"Broke through?" On Xiao Meng's face, there were hints of excitement.