In the boundless heavens and earth, there was only one sword, and only this sword.
From the moment it slashed down, all flora and fauna lost their color. The Void trembled, buzzing loudly, but the killer could not escape; he was bound.
Locked by the sword's radiance, suppressed by the Sword Intent—not only that, even his cultivation realm could not be activated.
The killer's face was filled with horror, and tumultuous waves of shock surged in his heart as he stared fixedly at Guang Xiaoyu...
How could a Divine King, especially one in the early stages, wield such a sword?
What kind of Sword Dao was this?
He was silent, struggling desperately to resist.
But the descending Sword Dao was too strong. The world seemed vast and empty, with killing intention and Power Path intertwined, rushing toward him in their entirety.
His physical body could not withstand it and cracked directly.
Even his powerful Divine Soul began to dim at that moment...
