The boundless thunder was absorbed into the blade, as Xiang Yu held a purple thunderball in his hands. Inside the thunderball was the thunder blade pointing directly at the core of the blazing sun.
"Slash!"
The thunderball rushed into the blazing sun, the surging Yang Fire parted like tides under this small thunderball, allowing it to move freely.
"No Regret Firmamen."
As the thunder blade approached, Qing Yu's body erupted in a burst of blood light, the overwhelming blood aura turning the sky crimson red. He charged forward with force, determined to meet the thunder blade head-on.
"Boom——"
The countless sword forces within the thunder blade condensed into a single strike, splitting the blood column fiercely, creating a storm of chaos, forming a scene of blood and firmamen with the thunder light shining brightly.
