After laughing, Ling Xiaoyue stood up from the jug, her face turning serious.
"Since my disciple is so formidable, I, as the master, can't fall behind, otherwise how can I continue to ride on his head and boss him around?"
She drew the longsword she always carried but had never used, raised her right hand, and pointed the sword towards the sky.
The longsword flew out of her hand, shooting into the night sky like a meteor and disappearing from sight.
In the next instant, countless rays of light shone around Lanruo Temple, like a meteor shower, converging on the longsword Ling Xiaoyue had thrown into the sky.
All the lights gathered around the longsword as the core, forming a giant sword over a hundred meters in length.
The giant sword hung upside down, its entire body radiant, emitting a dazzling light that illuminated the entire mountain, suppressing the seven-colored rosy clouds in the sky.
