"Crack—"
A crisp sound echoed, and the remaining broken temple buildings crumbled into dust like an eroded sandcastle.
Juelu Sword Madman extricated himself from the cliff and silently lowered his head, "I submit."
The opponent had held back, or rather, had deliberately controlled the Blade Energy; otherwise, the final strike would not have merely lodged in the cliff.
Deep within the pit left by Juelu Sword Madman was a slash mark that pierced straight into the heart of the mountain.
At the last moment, the Blade Energy, like a bent curve, bypassed Juelu Sword Madman's body and slashed into the depths of the mountain.
Seeing Juelu Sword Madman bowing his head, the black in Qingyu's eyes receded. He lightly raised his left hand, sword Qi swirling around his palm, "Prepare to embrace your transformation."
"First strike."
With a profound shout, a dark green Xuanyin Sword Qi surged into Juelu Sword Madman's body.
