The Ancient Dust Sword was nearly ready to explode, and the black Dark Oblivion was expanding to enshroud a thousand-mile Void.
Around him, all the chaotic Void currents and Void Boulders were disintegrating, layer upon layer of annihilation, a breath of utter chaos.
Shua!
The sword struck.
One sword descended, like heavenly Divine Thunder light slashing horizontally—ethereal, ancient, intoxicating, meandering, and resplendent...
One sword stroke, as though splitting open the chaos itself.
Its determination was ultimate.
Its sharpness, ultimate.
Its wrath, boundless.
One sword stroke, and the entire Void seemed frozen in time: absolute stillness, only the presence of the sword.
Yang Qi's previously serene, calm, and indifferent expression finally changed—shocked, astonished...
He had not expected Su Chen's eruption to be so terrifying!
