Boom!

The rain of light shook, and energy rumbled.

Huo Tiandu’s pupils constricted. What powerful sword intent!

An enormous rift existed between the Origin and Spirit Daos.

In the eyes of a Spiritual Manifestation cultivator like Huo Tiandu, Origin Dao cultivators and mundane martial artists were both ants; Origin Dao cultivators were just slightly stronger ants. 

Even modern geniuses and monsters of the ancient era couldn’t take a single hit from a Spirit Dao cultivator. 

When he struck earlier, Huo Tiandu assumed Su Yi would use his hidden trump card or life-saving treasure to neutralize it. Otherwise, he’d die beyond a shadow of a doubt.

Who’d have thought that an Origin Palace Realm young man could destroy his attack in a single slash, relying on nothing but his attainments in the Dao of the Sword?

This was unquestionably unbelievable; it was beyond Huo Tiandu’s imagination.

However, he didn’t have time to think about it now. The power of Sun Yi's sword hadn’t decreased, and it was coming right toward him!

“Hmph!” Huo Tiandu snorted coldly. Netherworld Frost burst with a dozen-foot-long streak of dim, icy light, which turned with the sword’s edge.

Rumble!

It was like a waterfall descending from...