The Flying Sword Incantation
Not only Zeng Qi, but Hao Han was also dumbstruck.
The white young man and the Bazu siblings had been caught completely off guard. They reflexively threw themselves to the ground, then looked back at the flames shooting into the sky and trembled in utter terror.
They had no idea what had happened.
At last, the shock wave from the explosion swept over them. The hot wind left their faces burning.
A muffled, thunderous boom came from the distant horizon.
Li Bai silently pulled out his phone and sent an adjustment message, preparing to call in the next flying sword—no, artillery shell!
"Flying sword?"
Hao Han stared at Li Bai in disbelief as he fiddled with his phone.
"Of course it was a flying sword, you mere mortal! You don't know a treasure when you see one!"
Zeng Qi insisted that the huge explosion at the edge of the Huda Tribe had been caused by Sword Immortal Qinglian, Li Bai, releasing a flying sword.
It wasn't her fault that she mistook a 152-millimeter high-explosive shell that had fallen from the sky for a flying sword. She simply had no idea what real power looked like.
"Hiss!"
Hao Han sucked in a sharp breath.
Like many people, he believed that seeing was believing. Now that he'd witnessed the sudden scene of people being blown to smithereens with his own eyes, his heart was pounding, and he was still in shock.
"Immortal Li, Sword Immortal Li, can you teach me?"
Zeng Qi's eyes shone. That flying sword was incredible. With a single boom, more than a dozen living people had been reduced to scraps.
"You?"
A strange light flashed in Li Bai's eyes. He shook his head and said, "You don't have the aptitude!"
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