“Stay!”The White Dragon’s palm covered the sky, sealing the sky and Earth, sealing the illusion, and also locking ye Chen’s path.
Ye Chen didn’t say anything. With a thought, he formed a formation and summoned the Great Luo immortal sword.
The White Dragon’s palm descended, but the Great Luo immortal sword didn’t show itself. It hovered in front of ye Chen, but didn’t attack. It just stood there quietly, like a sharp iron sword. The sword was ordinary, but it was filled with destruction.
“How is this possible?”The White Dragon was stunned. He had wanted to use this opportunity to kill ye Chen, but he didn’t know that this unremarkable iron sword was actually a strange thing. He was a quasi-emperor, yet he didn’t notice it.
“Is this your trump card?”The white dragon mumbled, his eyes filled with fear.