Yu Wenchuan held the Blood Sea Floating Sword, appearing unrivaled and domineering, ignoring everything, and charged directly at Chu Mo with a booming roar.
In an instant, the blood-red light was incredibly dazzling, and the killing intent soared to the heavens.
Visible to the naked eye, in such a circumstance, like a bolt of lightning, a beam of light erupted directly from that blood-red sword light.
That beam of light was an endless sword gleam, moving at the fastest possible speed, giving one the feeling of being left in the dust.
Wherever the sword gleam reached, it was as simple as cutting through cake, easily tearing all the air into two halves.
The clear split made anyone who saw it feel a scalp-tingling sensation, and for a moment, the space flickered, with turbulent currents ever-present.
It was like a thousand wailing ghosts were screaming, extremely terrifying.
