Clang!
The Taiqing Flying Sword returns and sheaths at the waist of the green-clothed youth.
"Such an impressive army formation indeed..."
Jiang Ding steps out from the Minor Thousand Worlds' Barrier, his hand on the hilt of his sword, staring chillingly at the million Thunder Department Heavenly Soldiers and Generals: "Well then, it's really good, Fellow Daoist, your strength is far too weak, fragile like an ant, it makes one sleepy and hard to find any pleasure."
"This army formation is good, very good indeed."
His presence unfurls an endless Sword Dao pressure all around, the mountains and hills of lava and stone emit the Sword Intent for the earth, and the seasons of spring, summer, autumn, and winter with their wind, rain, thunder, and lightning flow, while the spatial crystal barrier and thunderous sky gives out the Sword Intent for the void.
