In the Realm of Heaven Span.

FIZZ!

Wielding the Limpid Cyan Sword, Fan Tianze flew through the Godspan Sword Formation into the starry river.

“You Qimiao!” Fan Tianze shouted, holding the divine sword, his torrential aura connected to the countless sword lights in the grand spell formation behind him in a subtle manner.

Some of the sword lights seemed to be chirping joyfully, as if they could shoot out of the Godspan Sword Formation to kill his enemy for him at any moment.

Those sword lights had been branded in the grand spell formation by the former sectmaster of the Heaven Span Pavilion.

Rather than Chu Yuan, Fan Tianze had been the disciple the former sectmaster had adored the most, and placed the highest hopes on.

For this reason, those sword lights he had branded in the Godspan Sword Formation warmed up to him and expressed their willingness to fight for Fan Tianze...