C1015 Fight Jian Xingchen

In the morning, a ray of sunlight tore apart the faint white mist and imprinted it between Su Jue's brows. A small black pearl slowly floated out from Su Jue's chest.

Every time Su Jue brandished the bronze greatsword, the small black pearl would also spin with the greatsword.

In a moment, the broadsword became slower and slower, and after a while, it became faster and faster