Sword howls surged like a tide and resounded throughout the world!

It seemed to be able to pierce through metal and split rocks, and it pierced everyone’s eardrums to the point of faintly aching while their souls felt as if it was pricked by needles, causing an icy cold and horrifying aura to arise within them.

This was the power and influence of the sword!

Everyone was astounded and seemed to have never imagined that Chen Xi was actually able to possess an Immortal Artifact with such might.

“What treasure is that?”

“It probably possesses a might at the high-rank of the Darkspirit Grade!”

“It wouldn’t be a divine weapon handed down in the Liang Clan, right?”

The sounds of discussion resounded. Everyone was able to discern that purely based on the might of their immortal artifacts, the simple immortal sword in Chen Xi’s hand was actually on par with Yin Wanxun’s Soul Severing Mountainsmasher.

“That seems to be…” At the same time, bright light erupted from the distant Gu Yutang’s eyes as he seemed to have recognized something, yet he didn’t dare be sure for certain reasons. He seemed to be surprised and doubtful.

“Interesting, truly interesting!” The nearby Luo Zifeng’s gaze was deep and flickered endlessly while he stared at the immortal sword in Chen Xi’s hand, and he actually wasn’t willing to miss a single glance of it.

Clang!

A sword howl echoed. Chen Xi held the...