In the Heavenly Stone Garden, Sword Qi soared into the sky. A small black sword, less than an inch long, vibrated, overflowing with endless killing intent.
Compared to normal weapons, it seemed too small, almost insignificant, yet its power was soul-stirring.
The black radiance pierced the clouds, cold and murderous, striking fear deep into one's bones and causing the very soul to tremble. Body and mind were both terrified.
Several older figures intervened, suppressing the black radiance. However, the small black sword leaped, trying to escape.
"ZHENG!"
It transformed into a streak of black light, piercing through a precious stone and striking the light shield cast by the old Daoist.
The old Daoist's jade-like fingers pressed into the void, sealing the space. Silence enveloped the surroundings as a surge of great Dao divine might instantly pressed down.
"DANG!"
