"Dirt World Sword - Slash Ghost Asura."
Qin Ming closed his eyes and drew his blade. The sword intent was fierce like an Asura Evil Ghost, murderous like the Corpse Mountain Blood Prison, yet in the instant it was unsheathed, it transformed, subduing the Rashamon Evil Ghost and calming the Blood River of Hell!
There was no sound nor light; the confrontation happened in the instant of thought. The infinite light and earth vanished, and the Extinguishing Sword Prison faded away, with the sword master and the swordsman switching places, standing back-to-back.
Qin Ming opened his eyes, examining the blade. The Ming Blade, which endlessly fragmented from the end, broke into pieces and scattered with the wind. He sincerely praised and happily nodded: "The Final Magic Sword, truly lives up to its name."
