This Sword of the Soul, carrying only a few pitch-black ripples, seemed to pry open an abyss, attempting to swallow everything in the area into silence.
Qin Ming admitted that this person's methods were indeed exquisite, proving to be quite an extraordinary figure.
However, tonight was special. He was blessed by the environment, as if he had forged a terrifying Golden Body, aligned with the Great Trend of Heaven and Earth. As he swung his fist, dense lightning bolts poured from the dark clouds.
Qi Yunxiao's hair danced wildly, his blue robe fluttering. In an instant, his Consciousness Spiritual Light boiled, his eyes widened as he unleashed that Sword Intent of Desolation with full force.
Rumble!
The pitch-black abyss-like ground was pierced by Thunder Light. His Sword of the Soul could not shake the special Spirit Field connected to the lightning, suppressed by pure power.
