"Love becomes heartless at its peak!"
In the cultivation room, Jiang Dali's eyes suddenly opened wide, shimmering and as gentle as water, lacking any sharpness usually associated with Saber Qi.
However, as he raised his palm vertically, a vast yet not overwhelming intention suddenly arose, and the air around his body seemed to ripple like water waves.
Jiang Dali then made a seemingly slow but actually fast chopping motion with his hand.
Boom!—
The surrounding air boiled up like a furious ocean wave.
Instantly, the space in front of his palm seemed to be struck by a sea of Saber Qi.
Hiss hiss hiss—
The ground was instantly sliced into countless cracks.
As his palm chopped down, it was like a flood bursting its levee, a horrific Saber Qi about a zhang long emerged from his palm edge, rolling forward, crushing the space as it chopped down.
Crack!!
The Saber Qi flashed.
After the dense saber marks, another huge crack about a zhang long appeared on the ground.
