Amidst the clouds, a warship unleashed another barrage, sending a blinding beam of energy hurtling towards Wang Xuan. The dark golden flying boat, small but exceptionally agile, dodged the attacks with unbelievable speed. Wang Xuan's keen spiritual senses anticipated each danger, expertly navigating the perilous skies. 0

As the flying boat soared higher, its arsenal came alive. At the prow, a sword emerged, bathed in a spectrum of five colors, shrouded in mystical fog. The ancient script inscribed upon it was dense, forming radiant glyphs around the blade.0

In a stunning display, the sword soared skyward, severing clouds in its wake, leaving the sky clear. Its very presence seemed to affirm its true nature as a legendary flying sword.0

The blade, which lacked the specific runes of a flying sword and was usually controlled by Wang Xuan's powerful spirit, was not suited for long-range combat. Yet, in this moment, the sword unleashed a fearsome power that far surpassed many known artifacts.0

The sword's ferocity was undeniable as it struck the warship. Despite the ship's advanced alloy construction, it stood no chance against the sword's might. Sparks flew and a significant portion of the ship was obliterated in a massive explosion.0

On the ground, people in the nearby city were in awe. Witnessing a sword cleaving a warship was like watching a myth turn into reality.0

"Compartmental damage severe, abandon the right front section!" The ship's crew, gripped by fear, jettisoned the damaged part of the ship, which plummeted...0