At this moment, Zhou Han's state was very mysterious. He was the only one in the entire world.
In this world, sword aura was rampant, constantly flying and shuttling.
This was a world completely formed by sword aura. From the outermost ten thousand feet of sword light to the middle ten thousand feet and a thousand feet of sword light, at the core of the world, there was only an inch of sword light that flickered with a nine-colored light. The light quickly changed.
Although it looked insignificant, the power contained in it was incomparably shocking. The power of destruction kept growing.
Zhou Han focused and felt a sharp pain in his eyes.
"What…"
"I am the dignified Chaos Sword Lord, the Lord of Myriad Swords. There's actually… a sword light that can hurt me?"
Zhou Han was surprised, but an excited smile flickered on his face.