Laughing Eight Blast; The Monarch's Sword!

Nan Tianxing curiously observed Ye Xiao's actions. He looked disdainful as he said, "Wonderful action, grabbing a sword from the air. Not bad. However, it is a shame that it only looks good. You can trick some laymen, but it just means nothing to me who is far beyond your reach."

"Whether it is useless or something good, you will learn it soon," Ye Xiao spoke coldly. He felt relieved.

[This man thinks that he is so much stronger than me, so he actually waited for me to finish making the sword.

He surely has no idea what it really means that I hold this sword in hand. If he does, he would be so regretful at the moment.]

The spiritual power inside Ye Xiao suddenly reversed. His body was not only emitting a mass of blue glow, but also some golden one.

It was like the star sky befalling to the world.