Amidst the raging sandstorm, the Seventh Ancestor's Sword Force was like a thunderbolt tearing through the Sky Dome. As the blade was unleashed, even the wind and sand were parted, and the surging Sword Qi resembled a dragon traversing heaven and earth, accompanied by an earth-shattering Dragon Roar.
Unfortunately, such a sharp Sword Force halted momentarily, like a waterfall suddenly pausing for an instant, enough to let someone pass through unharmed during this brief interval.
Tang Ling swiftly sidestepped, the Sword Qi whistling past her forehead, severing a strand of her hair.
She braced the Extreme Thunder Great Sword with both hands, her sunglasses and scarf blown away by the wind, revealing an expressionless pale face.
