The Seven-colored Rainbow appeared abruptly, as if born out of thin air.
It struck the Black War Blade that was emanating endless black light in a mere instant; the blade, filled with fierce killing intent that seemed it could shatter the Sky Dome, suddenly froze in midair.
The aura disappeared abruptly, the black light faded instantly, as if a mighty and towering martial artist had turned into a frail old man who could be blown over by the wind.
At the same time, a confident and proud male voice rang out in the air.
"And with me joining, would that work?"
As the words were spoken, someone stepped across the rainbow. While his voice was still hanging in the air and he was still at the horizon, he had already reached the side of the Black War Blade, stretching out a hand as white and pristine as White Jade and directly grasped the blade.
