In a valley of the Ice Finger Mountain Range.
Four handleless sword blades danced in the air, each of a different color—blue, red, purple, silver—like four agile dragons, moving fast and slow as they traced afterimages along their distinct paths, yet highly unified, forming a combined stance of offense and defense.
Amid the whistling of the sword lights, Ji Xinghuo stood at the center, deeply concentrated.
However, in less than two minutes, his expression became strained and gradually he found it difficult to continue.
"Can't hold on anymore."
Ji Xinghuo's focus waned.
The four beams of sword light immediately returned like swallows to their nest, falling from the sky and revealing blades of various colors, which quickly shrank and combined into a bracelet.
He caught the Spirit Sword Bracelet and observed it in the palm of his hand.
The power of this spiritual weapon was stronger than he had anticipated, and its functions were more abundant.
