Shen Tu Nantian’s entire Yuan Qi was accompanied by the power of blood and the Qi shot up into the sky. It formed a rolling red cloud!
“Sacrificing my blood, refined into evil lightning, the sword of heavenly punishment. Kill!”
Shen Tu Nantian lifted his sword high up. All his blood was burning as the power of lightning of the world gathered on his sword!
Seeing this scene, Yi Yun flipped his right hand. The azure-colored sword disappeared, and it was replaced by a rusty broken sword.
At this moment, Yi Yun no longer cared about revealing the broken sword. Compared to the Great Empress’ inheritance, this broken sword was unable to attract anyone’s attention.
The hatred he had amassed was more than enough. It wasn’t lacking a broken sword.