Bai Zhaoju’s sword intent was sharp and straightforward. It drilled straight at its target with no regard for his own safety. Even when faced with an enemy whose level of strength he couldn’t comprehend, he showed no signs of backing down.

He became one with terrifying sword intent and transformed into a tremendously sharp sword to swing at the giant hand of frost.

“Insect,” snorted a derisive voice. The hand extended two fingers to flick Bai Zhaoju away.

Bam!

A violent ball of fire exploded from the sea of flames as the sword that was Bai Zhaoju cut into one of the fingers.

Hum.

Pure golden light flared from Bai Zhaoju’s figure, which collected into an unstoppable beam that shot through the void, connecting heaven and earth.

He...