C742 Thirteenth!

Under Lei Xianjue's attentive gaze, the spirit sword in Chu Chen's hand slowly rose up into the air.

As sword of suspension, the moment the cultivators of the Central Region raised their heads and saw the spirit sword, they felt as if they had seen the heavens.

This was a rule that had been passed down in Central State for countless of years. Almost every Tian Luo would follow it.

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