Sword, Come!

Suddenly, the aura on Ye Yuan's body changed.

Between heaven and earth, a mysterious and profound airflow was slowly flowing.

This air current got stronger and stronger, and increasingly intense.

The long robe on Ye Yuan's body moved on its own without wind.

"Mn? My sword!"

"What's wrong with my sword?"

"My sword too!"

… …

Even further away, those powerhouses who had already escaped Asura Blood Sea in advance detected one after another that the swords on their bodies were vibrating!

Even those being kept in their storage space, their swords were roaring without ceasing too, practically breaking out of its shell!

Ye Yuan stood proudly in the sky and actually seemed to have immortal qi swirling around him.

The current Ye Yuan stood proudly, his disposition being indifferent, having the air of a grandmaster of his generation.