The sword seed shot forth, golden radiance filled the sky, and wherever it passed, any obstacle was flattened, countless tons of stone turned to powder in an instant, and the ground was scraped several feet deep.
Eight-colored sword evil swirled among Qin Ming's fingers, like condensed thunder, and four layers of sword domain connected the four poles of heaven and earth, drawing down the Tao rhythm.
The sword seed flew forth, like a golden core erupting with endless divine rays, sweeping across this land, the rock cliff on one side collapsed, but Qin Ming stood unmoving, barehanded, grasping it.
It erupted like an immortal sword, sword qi rampaging, piercing through the night sky, from afar, it seemed as if enormous light swords were inserted into the night.
The outside world was silent, who would dare to grasp such sword intent barehanded?
Even Great Witch Ka Long retreated, avoiding it.
