As the blazing sun rose into the sky, the entire Sword Mountain was dazzling bright. Countless people, bare-chested, were incessantly drawing swords.
A deep and resonant voice echoed across Sword Mountain.
The sound of swords being drawn directly formed gales, reverberating around Sword Mountain. No Immortal Beasts dared to approach.
As time passed, Li Xiaoqiang had already spent five days on Sword Mountain, but his Sword Drawing Technique still showed no results. The hand he used to draw the sword was covered in calluses.
It was at this moment that a blinding sword light suddenly erupted from the top of Sword Mountain.
That golden light tore through the sky and then slashed into a great mountain opposite.
Boom!
The great mountain split in half from the middle, dust flying everywhere.
Everyone was shocked upon seeing that golden light. Li Xiaoqiang turned his gaze toward the top of Sword Mountain, and suddenly, a discomfort arose deep within his heart.
