The atmosphere among the crowd grew increasingly heavy with anticipation as they watched the combat arena.
It had been a full thirty years since the last time Sword Shattering Immortal made a move. How far his strength had advanced during these thirty years was beyond anyone's imagination.
"Heavenly Sword Limitless!"
Sword Shattering Immortal coldly uttered four words, and the Sword Edge in his hand suddenly moved, unleashing a flurry of phantoms.
It seemed as if a shadow rushed forward, wielding a Spirit Sword, slashing with the momentum of a Sword Shattering Heaven and Earth.
Some of the weaker martial artists couldn't even discern this shadow; only some Emperors could just barely see it.
This shadow was, in fact, Sword Shattering Immortal, while the one standing still was merely a lingering phantom.
As the body of Sword Shattering Immortal approached the blade's edge, his Sword Edge ascended skyward, piercing straight into the clouds.
