Upon the ice crystal floating stairs.
Ye Qiubai gripped the Silver Dragon Sword, his head bowed slightly, as the will of the Sword God spiraled unceasingly around him.
With every step he took, the Sword God's will burst forth from within Ye Qiubai like a frenzied tornado!
Step after step...
The rhythm of each stride neither slowing nor hastening.
Jiang Qingluan stared, dumbfounded by the scene, murmuring quietly, "Seven hundred and fifty-one steps... and he's still able to maintain this pace."
When it comes to talent, to step into Sword God while only at the Beginner Stage of the Divine King Realm—
This is beyond any doubt.
His Dao foundation is stable to a terrifying degree.
One could say, Ye Qiubai is the person with the most solid Dao foundation Jiang Qingluan has ever seen!
When he was about to step onto the eight hundredth stair, Jiang Qingluan suddenly said: "But at the eight hundredth step, none of that will matter anymore..."
Bang...
