That night, in an area tens of miles away from the 7th army camp.

Shua!

A streak of bright light with a dazzling starry light tail slashed at a mountain peak not far away.

Boom!

The mountain peak split into two from the swift stroke like tofu being cut and was left with a clean and smooth cross-section. 

It wasn’t over yet. The bright and almost transparent broken blade continued to flash, slash, stab and streak in the air, tearing countless cracks in the void wherever it passed. 

Then, a loud boom and rumble shook the area. 

A mountain that was hundreds of feet high was cut into neat boulders, and they tumbled down one after another.

Shua!

Meanwhile, the Broken Blade had already returned to Lin Xun, floating gracefully in front of him. It was as bright as snow and as shiny as jade and without a fleck of damage on its body. 

Lin Xun stood still, pondering quietly.

The so-called spirit-controlling technique was not particularly complicated. It was just a way of using the spirit sense as a means to control spirit weapons.

The primordial spirit, cultivation base, and spirit weapon formed...