The purple full moon hovering beneath the dome of heaven split, and a dazzlingly bright, blood-red power flowed out of it.0

The entirety of the towering Purple Moon Mountain split in two down the midline. Its slopes collapsed, and boulders fell like rain. Dust and smoke permeated the air, and an air of destruction swept outward.0

Ghost God Golden Ape was badly injured. He dodged, then stood far away, breathing in ragged gasps. Terror and unease were written all over his face.0

That terrifying, unparalleled sword force still permeated the entire stretch of heaven and earth. 0

When Ye Chunqiu came back to his senses, he saw Su Yi’s tall, upright figure standing in the sky. Every last inch of his skin had split, and his whole body gushed blood. His blue robes were stained completely red, and his vital energy was in complete disarray.0

Moreover, the mysterious illusory Dao Sword in his hands showed signs of dissipation.0

Ye Chunqiu’s heart ached, and he said hoarsely, “Ol’ Wang, are you alright?”0

“Trivial injuries like these are nothing at all,” said Su Yi without so much as turning his head.1

It hadn’t been...0