The dark and mysterious sword formation resembled a primal beast of antiquity, capable of destroying anything and everything. As it sat in the sky, boundless amounts of sword energy flowed within it, gradually transforming into a Sword Prison that one couldn't see the end of. Sword energy clashed and fused in the very deepest parts of the Sword Prison.0

It radiated terrifying amounts of sword intent, causing the void to be lacerated into strips. Sword hymns synchronized with each other, forming a unique melody that conveyed the most primordial essence of music. It was a mystifying and enigmatic tune.0

Just hearing it caused the hairs of the Kings to stand on end... This was the Monarch Burying Dirge. Visible waves of sound radiated from the middle of the Sword Prison at such speed that it seemed to be able to freeze even space itself. Wherever these waves passed through, everything turned silent. 1

Whether it was Pang Qianyuan, Lan Lingzi, or even the Four Pestilence Kings, every King revealed a look of fear. As they watched the sword energy sound waves disperse, the source origin cores within their bodies began to groan and tremble as though they had met their mortal enemy. This meant that Li Luo's devastating art was...0