Members of the Sword Sect's Ninth Peak!

"T-There's Wushuang's aura on it. 

"It is indeed his sword!"

As the long sword appeared, Ye Chen's pupils constricted slightly. Even his voice became a little hoarse. His body, which was sitting on the seat, was trembling slightly.

The sword intent emitted from that long sword had an unyielding will and an arrogance that looked down on the world. Others could only marvel at the sword intent.

However, to Ye Chen, it was this aura that made him feel like he was electrocuted. The same fluctuation was something only Wushuang could do. No one else could imitate it.

'Wushuang, you really are at the Sword Sect!'

Ye Chen gulped. He clenched his fists that were on his lap subconsciously, 'Wait for me. I'll come and find you soon!'

His slightly moist eyes studied the reactions of the people present.

Seeing that everyone was more excited than him, his gaze suddenly turned cold, 'But before that, I have to get your sword back!'