Then he saw Wang Anfeng beside him gripping the hilt of his sword with his right hand, and he couldn't help but be slightly taken aback, immediately realizing something, his eyes widening slightly.
Could it be...
Before he could even react, a crimson glow had already erupted instantly from the cracks on the sword's body, flowing slowly, then engulfing the entire Divine Weapon longsword. Wang Anfeng raised his arm and struck forward.
Then, accompanied by a clear and resonant sword hum, the billowing gray flag was slashed by a silent Sword Qi, and with a soft creaking sound, the flag tilted to one side. The leftover Sword Qi was halted by two military generals, with the final sharpness cutting through the Xiongnu Khan King's cloak, leaving a mark on his hard face.
