"Blade Commanding the World!"
Qing Song gazed at the golden tiger head, clutched in Chu Fengmian's palm, and could no longer endure it, suddenly making his move.
He wielded a long blade, his figure shifting as he slashed towards Chu Fengmian.
This blade spirit could be considered one of the most precious treasures for Qing Song, the very foundation of his power.
If the blade spirit were to be slain by Chu Fengmian, the consequences would be unthinkable!
This slash of blade light went straight for Chu Fengmian's chest.
Simultaneously, Qing Song suddenly reached out with his left hand, trying to seize the blade spirit back.
"All struggles are in vain!"
Chu Fengmian stood firm, his Ancestor Dragon Supreme Sword suddenly moved, transforming into a brilliant tunneling light, which flew and clashed with Qing Song's blade hovering in the air.
Under this sword light, even the long blade in Qing Song's hand was forced to retreat.
