This sword strike fell like the Milky Way from the ninth heaven, stunning all through the ages! Qin Heng unleashed it with resentment, filled with fury towards Wu He. He was like an ancient Sword Immortal descending from above the clouds, his sword cutting across the sky, obliterating all! An unparalleled, terrifying power oppressed everything within tens of miles, enveloping all things. Beneath the startling sword light, everything else paled! Even the Saintly apparitions conjured by the Dark Golden Crow seemed like coal-black orbs, too dismal to behold.
"The Flowing Moon Sword of Guanghan Palace!?" the Dark Golden Crow screamed, its expression filled with horror. It struggled with all its might, as though it had seen something incomprehensibly terrifying—it actually recognized the Flowing Moon Sword in Qin Heng's hands!
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
