With a grasp in the void with his right hand, the "Black Dragon Sword" appeared in his hand, slashing through the air, whistling as it surged towards Chen Jia.
Sss!
A wound appeared on Chen Jia's palm, the intense pain made him instinctively withdraw his hand, looking at Zhong Lin's hand where the "Black Dragon Sword" suddenly appeared with disbelief.
"Such sword intent, I never expected the realization of the conception would enable the manifestation of the divine soul."
Chen Jia's eyes were full of envy and disbelief; sword intent could be said to be an eternal pain in his heart. Even though he had cultivated to the Xuandan, he still couldn't comprehend it, while some people in the Innate Realm had already sensed the grand path.
Chen Jia looked down at Zhong Lin from on high, a surge of white flames rising around him, engulfing the opponent like a torrential flood, the heat making Zhong Lin feel as if he was about to be completely consumed.
