The blinding blood-red Sword Qi, filled with astonishing malevolence and sharp murderous intent, emitted a piercing whistle as it passed through, splitting the Green Stone floor tiles silently and deeply.
Chu Zheng's pupils contracted slightly, but he wasn't the least bit flustered. His reaction was extremely swift, dodging to avoid and rushing towards the outside of the hall.
Boom—
The rampaging blood-red sword light, with an unstoppable force, slashed fiercely at the beam supporting the hall's ceiling.
The thick and sturdy ironwood was sliced open like rotten wood, smooth as a mirror at the cut.
With the support gone, the entire hall groaned, the ceiling collapsed, carved beams and painted rafters broke apart, and the glazed tiles and broken bricks poured down like a mountain flood.
In an instant, dust surged skyward, raising a colossal gray-yellow wave.
