SHHIIINNG!
The moment the sonic boom rang out, every gaze in the Ning Family was drawn to it.
To the west.
A sword, coming from the west!
It was a long, fiery-red streak, like a flame streaking across the sky, fast as lightning, leaving a long red trail in the air.
It was a sword.
The instant this sword appeared, everyone felt a piercing sharpness that seemed to cut their very skin.
The sword was as fast as a thunderclap, flying straight toward Ning Jiang.
In the span of two blinks, it crossed several hundred yards to arrive before him.
Ning Jiang reached out his five fingers and grabbed lightly. Like a dragon extending its claw, the hilt fell into his hand, cool to the touch.
This single move made many people's pupils shrink.
When the sword flew, it was like an arrow loosed from a bow, a white rainbow piercing the sun. Its momentum was so fierce it could have shot through bronze walls and iron ramparts.
