But unfortunately, before the lightning could fully shine, it completely extinguished.
An ancient sword shadow streaked across the sky and earth, without a hint of brilliant light, nor a trace of killing intent or sword power—so ordinary, yet profoundly simple and pure.
As the sword light swept past, Dantai Changqing's intense aura of anger and killing intent melted like ice in the scorching sun.
"Ten Thousand Paths, one sword breaks the kill!" With Ye Lanfeng's soft incantation, the ancient longsword slashed heavily onto Dantai Changqing's sword blade.
Dantai Changqing shook violently as if struck by lightning, his longsword clanging to the ground.
His sword-wielding right hand twisted in a bizarre posture, trembling continuously. Clearly, the bones of the entire right arm had shattered into several pieces.
Dantai Changqing's face turned deathly pale, his gaze at Ye Lanfeng filled with disbelief and terror.
