A streak of sword qi rose up. It was a thousand feet long, as dark, vast, and empty as the night sky.

It struck like lightning, with enough force to cleave mountains and rivers.

The inscrutable charm of the Dao flowed within it. When this sword appeared, it shook the heart. It seemed capable of cutting across the universe and demarcating purity and filth.

Boom!

The surging waves of the Qinglan River broke like soap bubbles; that indomitable sword force crushed them completely. Watching from a distance, the entire surface of the river seemed to sink.

And in the sky, the sword qi left an eye-catching rift in its wake.

The passengers watched from the tower ship, but the sight stung their eyes. They felt more shaken than ever before.

Shi Fengliu was just about to ride his crane away and flee when his pupils constricted.

Clang!

The snow-white, radiant sword emerged from its sheath, leaving afterimages in its wake. The illusory swords filled the sky, then struck.

This attack was like a river of ice descending from the heavens. A chill spread out, and the sharp light of countless blades lit up the world.

Rumble!

Two streaks of sword qi clashed in midair. The two powers clashed, and both the river and the surrounding air...