Big Dreamland

This was an unparalleled sword, the supreme swordsmanship of the Wanjian Sect, and no one was not afraid of it. Yang Shuo was ruthless by nature, but he had the capital to be arrogant. This sword was enough for him to look down on the crowd.
Everyone held their breath, wondering how the young man in white would be able to withstand the sword of Ten Thousand Swords Returning to the Origin.
One hundred and eighty thousand swords could be blocked, but this one sword might not be. It was too...