Royal Capital.
Countless people looked up at the sky.
The clear blue was split into two by a line, as if the sky was completely divided.
Below that line, a figure stood in the air.
It was a White-clothed Swordman, standing on a flying sword, holding a sword scabbard, his posture tall like a pine tree, his long robe flapping in the air.
His gaze was on the Royal Capital ahead, observing the myriad of life in the capital, his eyes indifferent, as if everything in this world was not worth his extra glance.
The next moment.
His left hand in the air pinched a sword technique.
Buzz——
Suddenly, a sword hum echoed throughout the world again.
The overwhelming Sword Intent erupted from his body, soaring to the sky.
For a moment, wind and clouds surged.
Yet, he did not speak, nor did he do anything else.
He merely continued to gather the Sword Intent in his hand.
Instantly.
In the Royal Capital, countless strong individuals' expressions changed dramatically.
