The flood dragon coils and perches; even the sky dares to roar, how magnificent is the spectacle?
Yet a flood dragon is ultimately a flood dragon; without transforming into a dragon, it cannot defy the heavens.
"All I can help with, I have already done. This last step, in the end, depends on you." Upon the city wall, Great Xia's female sovereign Xia Zhao murmured.
Xia Zhao calmly surveyed her surroundings. Although the thriving Chang'an city was bustling with crowds, in her eyes, it was desolate and empty at this moment.
The aura accumulated by the Xia Family in Chang'an for millions of years was gone.
The grand fortune of this day now belonged to one person.
"Throughout ancient times, the first-ever female Sword Immortal..." Xia Zhao laughed softly, finding it extremely amusing, yet filled with anticipation, "Your sword chose her, then she will certainly succeed."
"Definitely." The Female Sovereign was immensely confident.
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