C521 What a pity that we are not good enough

Hearing that, a purple-coloured treasure sword appeared out of nowhere in Xin Wenxuan's hand, with countless purple Sword Qi howling in all directions, the powerful aura cutting into the skin of the nearby cultivators.

Layers of white halos appeared around him, giving him a transcendent appearance, untainted by even the slightest bit of smoke and fire, just like the descent of a sword god