C45 Grass Poison Toad
The white sword qi continued to gather at Jian Xingyu's fingertips. Once again, he waved his hand and the trunk of the tree within 300 meters shattered. It fell down with a loud rumble and dust began to billow. Quietly, a tiny fluctuation of air attracted Jian Xingyu's attention. If the air was flowing above the void, then it was above his head now.
As the nameless sword came out, Haoyue glinted