In Ling Xiao's hand appeared a sword.
A purple sword.
On the blade, purple regal aura exuded.
"Why does that sword look so familiar?"
In the crowd, many people murmured to themselves.
"That's right! That's the treasured sword mentioned in ancient tomes, worn by the King of People! Later generations called it the Sword of Kings!"
Many began to realize, searching their minds for knowledge they once read in books.
Everyone marveled.
How could Ling Xiao obtain the Sword of Kings, could he truly be the descendant of the King of People?
But Ling Xiao would not answer them.
He merely slowly pointed the tip of the sword at Jiumo Zhiyan, saying coldly, "This one is called the Sword of the Human King. You should rest easy to die by its blade."
No intent to kill!
No intent of destruction!
The purest regal aura descended upon every part of the Dragon Forest.
The martial artists kneeling on the ground not only didn't stand up but became even more devout.
