Bang!
Faced with the powerful wave, Ying Jie, at the Eighth Grade realm, had no resistance and flew backward.
In the moment of flying backward, Ying Jie, who was close enough to the 'Demonic' Sword, finally clearly perceived the meaning of the wave transmitted by the 'Demonic' Sword.
"You blockhead, don't touch me!"
A trace of confusion flashed in Ying Jie's eyes. He began to doubt whether he heard it wrong and started to question his life.
The impact was too strong. After flying out of the Sword Commanding Stage, he regained his stature.
Staggering, he stood upright, unable to recover from the shock, and fixedly gazed at the black long sword floating in the center of the Sword Commanding Stage.
The 'Demonic' Sword remained as it had been for hundreds of thousands of years, unwavering, as if nothing had happened.
But to Ying Jie at this moment, the thought of the wave he just sensed made him feel an inexplicable sense of mockery from the Clan-Quelling Divine Arms.
