Just like a castle in the air, no matter how magnificent and grand, without a foundation, it is destined to collapse.
Boom!
Qing King shook the spear, causing the entire Heaven's Vault to tremble, emitting divine radiance, pressing downward like a hundred thousand mountains falling.
The sword qi scattered across the sky shattered, and for the first time, Li Qiubai staggered back several feet.
His face was pale as snow, with faint traces of blood seeping from his seven orifices, his state was far from optimistic, his breath fluctuating.
Clearly, even if Li Qiubai's Sword Dao realm is high, confronting a Demi-Ancestor with an Eighth Realm Cultivator power, spanning two entire realms, is still too much of a stretch.
Qing King thought rightly, without cultivation as a foundation, a Sword Dao realm is just a castle in the air, no matter how awe-inspiring or majestic, ultimately cannot withstand the ravages of wind and thunder.
