When everyone looked up, they saw only a fiery red streak flying over from the other end of the horizon.
It vanished in an instant.
In barely the time of a breath, the True God Sword had already appeared in Xu Zimo's hand.
He held the sword, its tip resting lightly against the ground.
The moment the True God Sword appeared, it seemed like the sovereign of ten thousand swords. The swords of everyone around him began to tremble.
As though they were paying homage.
Even the sword in Lu Changgen's hand was no exception, trembling along with them.
"Fine sword," Venerable Qingfeng could not help praising.
The entire sword seemed to have been forged by nature itself, like a peerless treasure.
Light flowed along its blade, and there was not the slightest flaw to be found in the entire sword.
Moreover, it possessed a spirit. That was the most precious thing of all.
Xu Zimo looked at the sword in his hand and sighed softly.
The sword was good, but in the end, it was not his own weapon.
This sword had been forged by the Holy Lord, and its sword spirit had also been nurtured by the Holy Lord. Xu Zimo had merely obtained it.
Ultimately, it could not compare to his Overlord Shadow.
Seeing this, the gravity in Lu Changgen's eyes deepened by several degrees.
Yet beyond that, there also seemed to be a trace of excitement.
No one knew what he was excited about.
"Since that is the case, we should give you a proper welcome. We cannot let you leave disappointed," Lu Changgen suddenly said as he looked at Xu Zimo.
The strangest part was that although he was clearly one person, two entirely different voices spoke those words.
One was his original voice, while