Xiao Xuanyi had just roared out in anger when his expression suddenly changed. Turning his head hastily, he saw the bolt of lightning he had just fired change direction abruptly and strike at him once again.
The speed of the lightning bolt was so fast that it was almost invisible to the naked eye; in a flash, it was upon him.
"What?" Xiao Xuanyi was taken aback, not expecting the lightning bolt to change its course. Fortunately, he was mentally prepared this time and managed to dodge just in time with a swift movement.
At this point, Xiao Xuanyi finally saw clearly what this bolt of lightning was.
It was actually a sword, a small sword just over a foot long without a hilt, just the blade.
"A Spirit Sword?" Shock appeared on Xiao Xuanyi's face as he immediately recognized the origins of the sword, having heard tales of Spirit Swords before.
