On a gigantic star chain, stood a human figure.
The person held a bizarre serpentine longsword in their hand, the sword tip had collapsed into the star chain beneath their feet, shattering into paths of golden fragments.
Amidst the fragments, the sword soul of the Yuanli Sword emitted shrill cries under the bizarre serpentine sword, uttering a sound of dying wails.
On Heavenly Mountain, the countless ancient swords inserted in the Sword Tomb buzzed and trembled, as if engulfed in intense turmoil and unrest.
The chaotic wind surged, the sky cloud shattered.
A mighty and cold Sword Qi rose up, slashing towards the figure on the star chain of Sword Mountain.
That sword was extremely fast, and so light that it reached the spot between Lv Zhuang's brows before it could even tear through the heavy cloud in the cold sky.
