Return

Swash!

A white streak of light tore through the backyard of the old temple.

It descended in the courtyard, flawless and magnificent as the full moon up in the skies.

Moon Concealment Bow!

Su Zimo received it and brushed his hand on it gently.

The sixth spirit pattern that was not fully formed previously was not clearer than ever!

A connate spirit weapon!

After consuming the essence of the sun and moon for 15 years at the bottom of the Dragon Burial Valley, the Moon Concealment Bow had evolved into a connate spirit weapon!

Su Zimo put the Moon Concealment Bow away in his storage bag with a calm expression.

"Incoming saber!"

A voice sounded in Su Zimo's mind.

Before that statement was completed, the sound of metal clashing echoed from the backyard and reverberated through the entire world. It buzzed and emanated a murderous aura that caused the temperature of the entire old temple to dip!