In Lu Chen's icy gaze, everything below was laid bare, especially the silver white Sword Intent that was slowly dissipating.
It could discern the Slaughter attached to that Sword Intent—it was less Sword Intent and more the Divine Intent of the Eastern Divine Beast, the White Tiger!
"The White Tiger God, master of Slaughter... Such a seed of divine power is unheard of!"
Lu Chen's gaze, filled with a dark intensity, rested on the figure of the young Human Race Sword Cultivator below. Flickers of murderous intent occasionally passed over the already ferocious maw of the serpent head.
It was clear in its heart that if this Sword Cultivator were to grow, he would certainly become a Sword Immortal of the Human Race.
Sword Immortal, ah.
Li Qingzhou was a Sword Immortal, and at this moment, a smile had already appeared on his face.
Compared to the Demon Race's lack of understanding, he noticed some subtle nuances within Chen Yi's Sword Dao.
