The Taiqing Flying Sword hung in the sky, as resplendent as the Great Sun.
On the ground, countless shattered carbon shells drifted, the Blood Path rules enveloped the surroundings, countless newborn pink arms grew out, dancing in the wind. Numerous creatures wailed incessantly on the Blood and Flesh Mountain, forming sound waves of Divine Soul attacks, terrifying beyond compare, launching three hundred sixty soul curse attacks on the enemy in an instant.
"Blood Path..."
Jiang Ding stood in the sky, ignoring these various curses and Divine Soul curse attacks.
The Material Sun Sword Soul stationed in his Sea of Consciousness, to a Refining Emptiness Peak Cultivator, these soul attacks were no more than a gentle breeze, not even worth his attention.
"Sword Cultivator!"
"Sword Cultivator at the Refining Void Stage!"
