Chapter 517: The Eerie Night Sky

The sword light gathered in front of the scroll, casting a blinding glare that made Harta's face turn as pale as paper, with still-drying blood at the corner of his mouth. He stood silently, holding the Great Sage halberd, his hair whipping wildly in the turbulent air, his robes flapping, and his body swaying. Faced with the terrifying sword light stretching several meters, Harta seemed on the verge of being swallowed. The distant crowd gasped in shock as they watched the scene. Not only did a sword...