"Li Qiubai...." Xia Qing's face was flowing with blood, yet it was pale as paper.
He knew that the Sword Dao realm of Li Qiubai, who had resumed Sword Dao cultivation, was immensely powerful, but he hadn't expected it to be this powerful.
To enter the Dao is to reach the peak, one sword opens the Heaven's Gate.
The problem is, a Sword Cultivator paves a path, not merges with it.
For such a powerful Sword Dao, the Qi luck needed to establish it is second only to the Mandate of Heaven.
If ten thousand years ago Li Qiubai had such a Sword Dao realm, even with the portion of the Great Xia Qi luck borrowed from Xia Xiaoxiao, it wouldn't have been enough to shelter him.
And now, Li Qiubai's Great Xia Qi luck has scattered, yet his Sword Dao has risen to seven, eight, nine layers higher. This rise and fall means that the day he paves the path is the day Li Qiubai perishes.
This shall be the pinnacle sword of the world's Sword Cultivators, and also Li Qiubai's final sword.
